The truth is I had a bad night, and my sleep was full of rotten dreams. I woke up during the night, remembering a dream where I'd forgotten my address, and I was with two people that I don't know in real life. When we got home, my (real-life) flat was only one room. The room looked menacing, had become coffin-shaped, and was only just large enough to contain the bed.
Up at ten to seven, and I had the fags and coffee in the garden. Then I got a lift home nice and early. Then, after a bit of toast, it was straight up to the library.
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