I have written letters to various people incase I should ever get hit by a bus. I'm not suicidal or any of that horse shit, I just can't afford a lawyer to record my will.
One of them says 'blargh im ded.'
The rest are more serious with instructions to Moody not to steal the watch off my wrist at the funeral.
I'm sleeping all funny. 5 - 4. or 11 - 7 PM. Sometimes 5 hours of sleep soemtimes 17 horus of sleep. I need to get myself straightened out. Dublin is still Dublin and its raelly starting to lose that elegance it had going for it. If only I had some xannax.
