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Well, a mad few days I've had.

I've been doing things. Not just sitting around making excuses not to go out, or working myself near to death, but actually doing things. Can you believe that crazy shit??

So Wednesday night, I went drinks with a couple of my flatmates and another friend and after that we decided on impulse to go for a drive to the woods for a smoke, and when we got there I was dutifully informed that this car park we'd gone to was a well known local 'dogging' spot - where weirdo/pervert/unhappily-married strangers meet each other for one night stands... Sure enough, soon after we got there, two random cars pulled up to each other, and one drove off, followed surreptitiously by the other. Well, this proved too fun an opportunity to miss, so we drove after them! But they sensed we were onto them, so they both returned back to the car park. Anyway, to cut out all the voring details, we ended up playing a game of cat and mouse with them for over an hour, thoroughly spoiling their night. Success. We felt like spies, even turning off the engine and pushing the car around the parking lot trying not to let them know where we were. Much fun was had by all. Well, by us.

This is the car we were mainly following. As you can maybe make out, we were literally hiding in the bushes. Hehe, stoned spying on weirdos FTW!


Then last night was the locally renowned 'Beaujolais Day' at the Street bar. As far as I can tell, this French-themed night of Beaujolais appreciation is based on nothing but the random impulse of the owners, and a chance to persuade a Winter-inspired shrinking crowd back out of their warm homes to buy expensive wine and remember that just because Summer is over you can still go to the pub, still buy wine, and still get wasted.

Note to self: even though Summer's gone, still go to the pub, buy wine, and get wasted.

And then I went to my mates house, and I took coke for the first time, which was quite an experience, especially on top of all the wine and weed...







So today I've been pretty pooped and lazed around the house all day (wallowing in financial stress :S ) I currently have NO money. I'm owed some for work and it will get to me before my next rent is due, but I still have a week or two of living off pasta. My meals for the last few days have consisted of the following:

Tuesday Cheese roll for breakfast, Double Decker bar for lunch, frozen veg with grated (last of the) cheese for dinner.
Wednesday Pasta with last of the pesto for lunch. Pasta with tomato sauce for dinner. Packet of crisps at the pub.
Thursday Pasta with last of the tomato sauce for lunch. My share out of seven of us from the loaf of bread which we found that someone had left at the pub.
Today Pasta with lots of black pepper for dinner. A slice of pineapple.

I'm reaching new lows...

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On Tuesday, I tried calling the local mental health Primary Care Team to arrange another meeting with them because I can't wait much longer, I'm going slightly mad. And I've called them every day since, but they keep promising to ring me back but not doing it. I can't believe how bad they are about it. I said to the woman today that I didn't know what the problem was but it really feels like they just don't care, and don't realise that it's really difficult to reach out and ask for help only to get the cold shoulder from the very people whose job it is to help you. So I'm a bit livid/upset/angry/frustrated etc. with that. Now they're closed for the weekend. Great. They must deal with people every day who are depressed/anxious/paranoid/otherwise unstable or vulnerable - luckily I'm not at a point where it's life or death, but are they treating everyone like this?? Because it could be really damaging for some people. And then to be honest, if they're not and it is just me, why the fuck are they treating me like this?!

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So how's everyone else doing?
Much love
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