Eugh, tomorrow’s busier than I wanted it to be. 

Whenever I do something or read something or see something or hear about something that I know you’d like, I always think about it endlessly. I think about how you’d react to it, and how I can’t tell you about it. It’s both upsetting and frustrating.

Hm. Ah, well.  　

For once in my fucking life Mother actually wants to cook dinner (on the grounds that she stays in the kitchen at all times to make sure she doesn’t burn anything like she usually does) but I don’t want to eat now. Me no hungry. Me tired. Me restless. Me just want to eat ice lollies and lay under a fan. 

Oh lord, PC Plod’s bought another BB gun home. He took it from someone earlier. We have a nice little collection of those (amongst others) going on in the shed. 

This is how today went:

• Left house.
• Got hit on by one of those stereotypical huge intimidating black men in a BMW (he pulled up beside me and asked how I was, I ignored him, he drove beside me again to say “Oi I do like you you know, what’s your name?” to which I replied “I don’t think it really matters.”). 
• Stereotypical huge intimidating black man parked around the corner from me and got out of his car (I heard the door slam). 
• I ran. 
• A man in a van asked me if I was alright after witnessing ‘my little friend try it on’ (his words).
• Met Alex.
• Got train.
• Shopped.
• Ate Nandos. 
• Shopped. 
• Got train home. 
• Walked in ridiculous humidity the rest of the way home.

Plans for later:

• Dye hair.
• Do a bit more Drama revision.
• Eat infinite ice lollies.