Psychosis
So I’m at this theatre that looks like a bingo hall, I’ve paid £9.75 for a vodka and coke and I’ve just accused this cripple sitting next to me of stealing my mobile phone. Thus I am landed in the middle of a performance art piece on Frankenstein with me playing the part of the one to be reanimated. Kids, don’t ever dream when drunk and upset, thanks.
In other news, closure on another three people is actually hefty good in the long run. I cannot fucking believe the way that telephone call went, I felt like a complete fud.
And I can’t get a flat at a sane price. Cry.
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