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Week 38 of 2025

We’ve arrived in week 38. i’m sneezing and my nose is running. that’s a good sign because that’s an actual kind of sickness, and sickness can be cured. I’ve been to the water. The sort of thing a doctor might prescribe in a pg wodehouse novel. i’ll try getting on the turmeric and yoghurt later.

a screenshot of my phone showing purchases at "17 grams, brighton", "15 grams, london" and "18 grams coffee love" london

i had coffee at 17 grams, 15 grams and 18 grams this week.

now i want the whole set:

the bad thing about the train back to london from brighton is it passes through gatwick airport and then everybody gets on and they stink and it’s busy and stinky of their holiday feet; i’m glad they had a nice time on holiday but poor me

a girl i met dancing outside New Cross Inn a couple of years ago posted to her instagram story that the sole ripped off her boots so i sent a Vans gift card to an e-mail address i got from a Shetland Times newspaper article when she was interviewing whale watchers on the Scottish isles

zaina is writing again:) it’s rly good.

girls are listening to white noise to change the colour of their eyes

i was once so alone in my own world learning and reading and practicing and making something every day. i wonder what changed. maybe it’s the gut bacteria. i was always drinking strange teas. and finding new ways to get high. maybe looking forward there is a place for that again. drinking tea and living a good life of solitude. in another time i was in solitude and writing letters. yellow page and black ink and thorntons chocolate fudge bar.

i’ve been practicing some music, sleeping with a metronome, putting some notes one after another. it’s a good sign. getting out of the house. writing javascript. i’ll start at 60 and work my way down to 37.5. ladybirds.

damn girl your gut bacteria must be hopping, look at you glow