I ate the 16th yesterday.

I woke up at quarter to nine, my left ear was gushing blood. I was covered in scratches, cuts, scars and bruises. Then I woke up at quarter to nine, coughing. I am covered in scratches. Had a shower and then decided to go back to bed, when my alarm started ringing at about nine. Then I remembered that I was meant to be going to young enterprise in town to see Ellie and Becca before I left.

Oh, and. I forgot to mention the insomnia that I'm going through. I didn't sleep until at least four last night (I heard the church bells) and when John stayed last night I woke up for a bit at threeish. That's always happened but it's just now that I've started to notice.
Did I mention? The reason I'm so carelessly insensitive probably isn't my fault.
I'd like to say that the photo on the right reflects something like the barren wasteland of my life, but I just like the colours. At least I can say I took it myself.

Later on.
Young enterprise was bloody freezing. Then we went to Karen's and played Intervention and the jazzy Scissor Sisters cover of Take Me Out. Both of those were great fun to play. I wanna busk.
Oh, and I'm in France tomorrow.