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December 31st

Bye then 2018. Thanks for having me. You were pretty shit.

Mainly my fault. I failed in everything I tried to do. The only thing that's a bit better was the fact I wasn't drinking nearly as much. I had a fall or two and people kept buying me alcohol but it was much better. I am such an asshole when I drink. I am an asshole anyhow but x infinity symbol.

2019 is going to be pretty terrible due to ideas beyond my control. All I can do is try again. I will be ok for about 3 months then I will fall. I know myself. I am terribly boring in the way I work. You are glad you don't know me. I wish I didn't.

Listening to the new Declining Winter album. It's very similar to the other one I have but he is singing in way that's a bit different. Hope it will grow on me.

Waiting the five hours to the countdown and then might wrap up warm and go and watch things explode. There were lanterns on year. That was good. They didn't set any hotels on fire.

It will be cold and muddy and I won't be able to find a torch but it's something to do innit? I will look forward to being exhausted tomorrow and watching the world as nothing has changed.

What can I eat for a mid day snack that's not a biscuit? Or a couple of biscuits? Or a packet of biscuits? There must be an answer out there somewhere. Other people survive. Other people die.

So thanks for reading both of you. Hope you have a good one.

Love you

xxx

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