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exhaustion,
i rise this morning refreshed from yesterday, i must have walked miles and miles yesterday.
at 11 i went pool with mick, we didnt leave until 5, which is strange becuase i normally loose patients with it ad cant be arsed to play anymore, yesterday was different, i was with mick again for the 1st time in ages and it was refreshing, micks ways of picking thinks up and "look at this" then trowing it at me, that is what i missed, sounds stupid but thats what i liked. so we played 49 games of pool, (fucking hell) in our 1st to 25 tourniment. it was one of the closest matches of pool that i had ever been in
i play pool every day, and mick hasnt played since i went with him before, he is still a really good player, even with out the practice,
at 1st i was 3-1 up, then after that mick kept getting in the lead
10-10, 11-10, 11-10, 11-11,
it was like that for so long, we would even say, "its your turn to win"
untill we got to 18-18 i came away and got to 25, mick i think had lost patientce with it, i mean i didnt win convinsingly in the last games i mean he had like 1 or 2 balls left, or sometimes we were both on the black,
so the after i got to 25, we both sighed, "fuck that", we were going o leave but then these kids challanged us, we ended up playing 6 morre games of doubles, then finally we went,
we had only been in the pool hall but we were already exhausted, all of that walking round the table had tired me out and mick.
we went to lakside, got a bus, walked round for a short while, then went to the cinema, we bumped into lubbnah, (micks girlfriend) whist we wasthere,
we watched Star wars, which was great,
we hen walked round a bit more,
went to the bus station but there was no buses, went to the train station, no trasins for 40 mins,
so mick said "lets walk"
"okthen"
so we walked, we went a scenic route, through all of the houses, it took us a long time, but we werent bothered, i even walked back into grays so that mick could get a taxi,
i then walked home, got in, exhausted, i went to bed,
i thought i would write all of this so i could look back on it a long time from now, i mean this is MY diary so i guess that is what i should do instead of whining about how my life is shit and how depressed i am, it makes a change,
but anyway back to that, cos it doesnt seem like one of my diary entrys if i don't moan a bit,
today today today, now what, i think i might go out and, i dont know, i dont want to stay in, there is no one coming out today because they r too busy, whch sucks big time, i dont know
its starting to cut in again, i am finding a reason to go, i am thinking of what i am going to say when i get there, hoping that it will help me or not,
it might but it might not, i was thinking aout the whole situation, and it is pretty shit,
i suppose it is better than looking for it all myself,
i feel like a slap, im in that mood where i need someone to hit me or something.
i suppose it is a kind of self harm, but not in a away, ive given up punching wallas cos my knuckles are all scared and it looks shitty, so i now ak ppl to slap me, wow, now that is clever, not
i dunno

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