Nine Hundred & Forty One
Theme: Aunt Irma
I'm still in serious pain. I've decided next month I'm going hospital. It's LRI's problem now. It can't be getting worse as I get older. I've spoke to various people such as nurses and my sister in law who works with body parts (?) and says that there is something really wrong. I'm probably dying or some shit. Anyway, I should be better towards the end of the night in which case I'm visiting my mum in hospital then treating my dad to a meal out. I still hate him. I just want to get drunk so it's a subtle reason to take him out. I usually hate being in his presence and I still will.
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