Last night

When I got home I changed into dry clothes and decided I needed something hot to eat, so I made a fry-up. I had my dinner at ten to midnight, and didn't really enjoy it. I slept very badly, and remember listening to the rain several times during the night. I am convinced that I must have had a fit during the night, partly because of how I feel this morning, and partly because of the 'waking up and waking up' thing that I remember during the night. I hate those fits. They're cunts.