At least I’m up now. It looked earlier like it wasn’t going to happen. I’ve eaten some food as well and even had a bath.

I was ill last weekend. This weekend I’m depressed. I can tell you what’s worse.

My room’s a mess.

H is going around my head a lot.

I drank some of my landlady’s apple juice that she was taking to her brother’s for lunch. Whoops!

I had cold baked beans for my breakfast.

I’ve been rubbish at taking my meds. I’m hoping the hospital will save me. As if.

What’s going to happen when my contract ends? Where am I going to live? What am I going to do?

What’s it all about?