woke up, said a little prayer,
head off to hair saloon.
regretting my new hair.
on the way home, bag got robbed, but no money inside, just a mirror and comb.
arrived home, feeling unwell,
not going to Sun with girls,
cuddled up in bed, sulking, moaning
eat meds, switch off phone.
2pm till 5pm.
played Death Note on lappie.
8pm, received text message. lifted up a bit
-maybe tomorrow wont be so lame