Day 299

Saw the doctor, had quite a good talk. He said I was suffering from low self-esteem and transferring insecurities about unemployment etc into physical insecurities. 'I won't give you any more drugs,' he said - 'I think I'll write to the head of Marish Rd Counselling.'

Felt much better, went into town and put £29.14 in cheques from Christmas/the placement into the Abbey National - another constructive act. Experienced a Gordon Comstock-like financially-caused revivification as I walked to the library.