hello chicken

welcome to september

today i am writing from the house where alan turing was born. it's a hotel now but when he was born it wasn't a hotel it was a house and he was born here.

a hard time getting home through carnival on monday ended in a early night. ive been so sleeply lately. and need to pee a lot. i have all these bruises that aren't healing and my bones and muscles are sore all the time. my neck is so crunchy now when i turn it, sometimes when i turn to the left it clicks so sharply.

tuesday and wednesday were mopey sleepy, but the september magic is in the air now and things are picking up. hung out at my ex's house on thursday. on friday i did a bunch of cleaning + tidying & dressed up in my orange jumpsuit that seems to be getting harder and harder to take off and i attended an algorave. i tried to make conversation but was way too tired. i'd turned up 7 minutes late for the workshops which meant i was suddenly 3.5 hours early for the event. i rode around on the DLR getting slightly drunk and then sobering up repeatedly, which has a way of wearing you out like stretching and releasing an elasticated cuff. it was really good, though, the event. i'm brimming with ideas.

went to my ex's house afterwards and we drank some water. on sunday we wandered around maida vale, little venice, my old haunt. had some brunch, some tasty south asian dinner, booked a hotel, walked by the water.