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January 26th

Left alone. Left alone again.
Left alone with my invisible friends.

Come Dine with me is on. That is my comfort food and I haven't seen this one. I could do Come Dine with me. Crisp sandwiches and fish fingers. I am aware my use of capital letters is not consistent.

Played Resi 2 for a bit but there is a big man that chases you round which has spoiled it a bit for me as it's now become a stress simulator. I don't remember this mans from when I first played it 21 years ago. It will be ok in micro chunks.

Cant decide if my IVP is busted. It's so weird its hard to tell. I feel I am going to have to send it back. More stress.

I might watch Shipwrecked which looks like a shit Survivor and is full of children.

I am drowning under a sea of hastily drawn pictures. I won't be allowed to throw them away. Ever.

What are you looking at out the window? I don't know any of these people even though they live near me.

Need to insure my car that I drive once a month. That's going to cost me £150. No, you are ok. I'll pay all of it.

There is a rainbow of noise breaking up over my hear.


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