A summary:
Spent many hours in my car, two of which I was stationary listening to the radio and feeling shit.
Spent money I don't own, nor do I have an idea where I'm going to get it from to return, on petrol.
Ate cold MacDonalds.
Spent many pounds on text messaging.
Been up more country lanes than a cock in a prozzie's spam purse.
But now on the brightside I don’t feel like trying to kill myself (which of course the work car park provided many tools to do this, maybe I shouldn’t go there in bad times).
I shall post more later, I’m feeding my fat face with food as my ability to eat has returned.
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