so i left my visual diary in dominic's car last night because i was really fucking drunk. didn't throw up though. i drank a lot of scotch in a very short period of time. (happy birthday to you.)
now my head is a fried egg/brick/cotton wool.
i wrote some really cool stuff in my visual diary too, which i was going to write up onto here, but of course probably won't be getting that back til sunday. i should probably start packing my stuff up properly. i still haven't exactly decided what i'm taking with me, but i have a feeling that dad and kath will think it's too much. fuck it. i wish i could take my record player and records.
definitely bringing my jeff buckley sheet music...
now. i have to go shower and get ready to head off again. hopefully my head will be a bit clearer by the time i step back into that harsh sunlight... agh...
i'm out.
-j
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