Day 1032

..I woke up with no hangover. Went out briefly for supplies and the Sunday Mirror (very pro-Tony editorial - good). Left at 3.55, back by five.

Found my hard disc was failing to start again. Very irritating. Glad I'd tidied up yesterday as it would've been terrible to come back to a mess.

T had given me lots of advice, merely reinforcing my urge to get out of here. If only I could be shown the way more exactly. She offered me to flat-sit when she goes to see D. Should I accept?