Day 1008

Did some Latin, started the Hitler book again. The slow progress of January is a sign of its success. I'm feeling as if I've gone through alcohol dependency and come out the other side, in 1988 or somewhen. It's an odd feeling and raises questions about whether I've made any progress. I've got T, I suppose, which is a lot. And D, albeit at a distance.

In about 3 weeks I'm going to need a new diary book - £7 at least. I'll assign it to the Jan.30th Giro, assuming the 'Restart' on Monday goes OK. I can always try and borrow the money - I don't want to end up writing on loose sheets (though I think I did a copy from an exercise book when I visited Leah's in July 1989).