THE PAIN

by god it was a sore walk home last night. fortunatly recent developments and a cache of paracetemol will and indeed MUST sort me out by sunday, for thats when i have my trial job at the slightly too fancy and boheimian brunswick hotel. I really cannot afford to not get it, and a busted leg will certainly not help me there. Nor will being as sick as a carrot-damn malnutrition-who'd have thought it would be such a nasty thing. going home tonight, home home that is, where my folks are. with any luck my brother will be back from poland with fantastical tales and plenty of cheap vodka. One can only hope.