Somethin I just came across in an old diary - names and places changed to protect identities.
Paddy's Day 99
Sitting in bed drinking lemsip, give it a stir. She has the kind of cold where everything that touches you including clothes, hair and lemsip hurts your skin. Paddy's day was spent in the home town with the dog. The mother went to the local parade where the hospital had a group of old people being wheeled along in their chairs waving.
In the city all's well, 2 girls study for exams, a couple have finally been left alone to watch Armageddon. Boyfriend has an exam on friday. Eveyone else is out on the piss and her tongue hurts, as does the rest of her digestive system and the rest of every other system in the body. You'd swear she'd be organised with all her systems. Tomorrow she finds out her fate for the summer - Belgium, England, Finland, Germany? interesting day that'll be.
Halfway through the lemsip now. Soon a fag and then sleep. She hates when stories go nowhere. Oh and a complete stranger rang today - might as well have been since she hadn't a clue who it was. Pissed drunk they asked her to a party friday. Ow Ow Ow sore head & throat & tongue. Might give that cigarette a miss. Yeah. Cutting down anyway. Ok but just half....
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You've come a long way from then....I think!
At least 150 miles or so
Oh - and I no longer write in the third person about myself in my diary, now I write it outside my diary and call it fiction!
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