When I got home I had hamburger and chips from the freezer. I washed it down with the half pint of cider I'd brought back with me, and watched an episode of The Rag Trade. Bed at eleven. I woke up at half past eight this morning feeling very drunk and nodded off again. The next thing I knew was that it was nine.
The day started with fags, coffee and a hangover. Never mind. I enjoyed myself yesterday. When I got to the library I found an email from my social worker, saying that she will be having a conversation with my counsellor today. That is fantastic news. I won't remember to tell my social worker the things that really matter.
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