Feeling exhausted. Woke at 9 came down, but went back to bed nursing a dehydration headache. Spent the day alternately reading Frank Skinner Stand Up and dozing. Frank continues to get to me. I like the Fifty year old him better than the forty year old, he ditched the promiscuity so I identify with him more. I re-read the passage where he has a bad experience during confession. Each time, reading it has cut into me, and I don't know why. Perhaps because there's no humour in it, and he finds humour in everything else.
Got up in time for tea, but played on the Internet with Twitter and Blogs and Facebook. Just browsing. Nick came home and made tea, but has hidden himself away since. I should make more effort, but I just don't have the energy today.
Spoke to Rich on the phone. Going to Newcastle for the weekend to help him ship stuff down to Cornwall, but hopefully also to see a city I've never visited. I think he was hoping I wouldn't stay long, so I will compromise by entertaining myself while he sees friends and goes to parties. Hope my head feels better tomorrow, as I expect to make it worse with a bit of drink and music come Saturday.
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