Day 586

Passed the morning with FRP. Perhaps there are jobs to be had in game design. I'm way out of touch with the scene though. It's an idea.

Very cold today, had to shut my windows. Spent the afternoon trying to keep warm. That horrible torture/murder case of that burnt girl from Manchester came up today. The deed was done in mid-December last year and I remember being affected by it. The point is it was before the Green Man Crisis that Christmas. Obviously the hassle down there was just a last straw to the paranoia I was feeling already. Which in a way is quite encouraging.

Better than 2 days/page so far in this diary book, it could last me till October 1994! Unless some really interesting things happen of course

(12.35am). Myra is dead. Recquiescat in pace Myra.