(From the 6th of Feb. My opinions have changed somewhat since writing this; the city and I have made friends again, but what I’ve written here was true once, and so it stays.)
It’s Monday morning and I’m feeling wretched, and so the only time I can write this is right now, as my wretchedness may well be due to chemical deficiencies that will have righted themselves tomorrow. But perhaps not. Continue reading
Okay, okay. ‘Death or Glory’ is a bit self important, as far as titles go. It’s just a cool sounding phrase, alright? I’m sorry. An alternate title could be ‘Owt or Nowt’, which is a joke you either will or will not get, depending on whether you are from Northern England.
Surely not. Surely not. It’s too soon to say but… my god, it looks as though everything might actually… work out okay?! Continue reading
I woke up around 11. Sleeping later and later every day. Staying up later too, so I suppose it evens out. I bumped into Tom, who was heading out exploring again. My exploring has slowed now. Flat first. Fun later. I mean that’s absolutely not been the case and it has in fact been quite the opposite, but that’s the motto I’m trying to stick to, anyway. Continue reading