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Fighting monsters in Spalding with assistance of REAL HAZARD. Get hit in the back with a stick. Wake up with a really painful back.
Dream, dream, dream
Fighting monsters in Spalding with assistance of REAL HAZARD. Get hit in the back with a stick. Wake up with a really painful back.
Back at school being made to take A-Levels in all the subjects I'd dropped before GCSEs. It ends when I realised I was 33 years old and so didn't have to put up with this shit anymore.
Playing some kind of RPG where the combination of characters makes it impossible to advance. Don't recognise who I'm playing it with (2 women and a man). Have to post a letter after being thwarted earlier. Go to a shopping mall (not one I recognise). It's been opened to tramps, bums and hobos for the day, for HOBO CHRISTMAS. The place is filthy. The cleaning staff almost lock me in and I have to take a long route around the building, the road leading out onto London Road, Spalding. On the walk round I hear that there's been an assassination attempt on Obama and get bummed out enough to force myself awake to check it hadn't really happened.
I am continually phoned up by someone giving me worthless news, interupting my packing to the extent mould keeps on growing on what I'm packing.