I'm feeling better all the time, watching my little orange Diclonefac Sodium tablets dissappear one by one every eight hours, I have 64 hours of bliss remaining. It worries me that I can feel so good and can block things like the outside world out of my mind, and I can sleep as much as I want - I lied, I'm not worried, not at all. I've been paid and I've been shopping, online. I bought a return trip to Venice for some time in May, I've never been, and it'll be spring time, hopefully it won't be too smelly, aparently Venice smells bad, what with all the sewage water that transports them about.

I've got the feeling that I should be doing something. I'd love a bath, but they told me not to, not until tomorrow, I can't get my wound wet. This is where gaffer tape and a shower would come in handy, maybe I can find some of that horrible brown tape about and seal myself up good before I bathe.

I can't write too much, I forget 5 seconds down the sentence path - and I'll just look at it later and think 'What the Fuck'