DAY 4

Have I missed a day? I'm confused. I don't think I did.

Either way the thing happened again and it's technically tomorrow but this counts ok shut up

Today has been a wierd mix of guilt fatigue failed art and friends and mild anxxiety attacks
I went to Beth hodd's leaving event which went really wrong until I got there and then it was early nice and people liked me and I said the right things at the right time and made people laugh and smile which is one of the only things I do that makes me feel like I'm worth anything so yay well done smug little annoying me :)

Also I'm gonna continue the entirely unfunny punk butter thing because me and Beth, who I like very much were discussing johnny rotten on the country life adverts and the concept of punk butter organically came up again.

She began to sing 'god save the creeeaaaammm' and I followed up with 'the fascist margarine' and we both nearly shat with the spontaneity and joy of the moment.

Anyways it turned out fine and I made friends and almost saw someone's homemade sex tape and I
I've seren and Lauren and a few others who were there. Bliss and so on.

It's 2:07 am now and I'm gonna go to sleep. Jaw cracking started off well then the stress set it and I realised I've been doing it consistently for hours. I have no idea how I'm gonna stop doing this. It gives me a permanent sore jaw and headache.