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24th February

So I have started reading something proper. I am re-reading The Bell Jar and as expected I am reading about one page a day. I just don't think my mind wants something deep at the moment. Nothing to think about. I have been watching loads of shit films (hello Good Luck Chuck, Instant Family and The Package). I just need my mind to be in a neutral gear.

My attention span has always been terrible. I am either not interested at all or very rarely super interested. This explains my obsession with constantly playing Dark Souls. Or does it? I am not sure what I am saying at the moment. What I am thinking. What I am doing.

I am really just writing this for the sake of writing it. I know that if I stop I will stop forever and let it go out into the ether.

202554 people have watched a man complaining about a hotel room, That includes me.

I have been for a walk and eaten two decent type meals only one of which I made. I also made far too much egg for sandwiches so I have been living of those for a few days.

I've made a massive massive mistake.

That smells like arse. That tastes like arse. Surely if it smells like arse drinking it is not the way forward.

I can feel my brain rotting.

I need to do something constructive. I am not even playing the guitar any more.

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