Hungover

Today I am so hungover there’s a small chance I might die. A small but very real chance. The man from Scope, John phoned to talk to me about something Scopey and I had to politely explain to him that I was the most hungover I’d ever been in my life. We had a brief discussion about how I hoped to one day regain my sense of self and that he was very welcome to phone me then. I felt that John understood me and when I hung up the phone I felt a sense of loss at the potential friendship I had just missed out on.

I was supposed to go to the Natural History Museum today but the only history I’ve seen so far is yesterday’s dinner. Because I was violently sick. You might, by now have cottoned on to the fact that I am writing this to satisfy Simon rather than because I want to. I don’t want to do anything. Ever. I’m going to be sick again.