I could write a poem about the joys of sleeping on a bed but I will spare you. A few things happened since I last posted but I don’t want to talk about it. Not yet anyway. Hence, the title ‘gag’. I’ve been speaking to O yesterday, we had a good email exchange going and it reminded me why he’s so awesome as a friend. We’ve set a date for meeting up in Manchester and we can talk til our respective ears fall off. There will be sushi. There will be coffee and most importantly, there will be comics. So let the saving commence.

Not quite sure what the plan is today. I think I’ll take it as it comes, I’ve agreed not to talk to D till Monday and then we can start to sort things out. I might head into town as I need some shopping. There isn’t a fridge in the room nor a communal one either so it has to be basic stuff that can be cooked with hot water. So guessing my diet of noodles… plates, and bowls, crap, forgot about them. I’ll pick some up as well as it’s cheaper than buying the plastic pot noodles. I think there is communal access to a microwave which I’ll go and check, that would broaden my horizons to microwave rice.

I’m sorry for the lame post. I’m just a bit out of it still and worried that an FND attack is around the corner. With no one being here, it makes me worry.

Day 3 – No self-harm.