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[Apr. 26th, 2008|09:19 pm] |
Bloody hell, I can't think where I was last night.
I know I was drinking. The hangover potion has a dose gone, so I drank that last night, which explains why the room's not still spinning. But I don't know where I was, who I was with. Not here. There'd be more damage to the place if it were here.
I can't keep doing this to myself.
I've an owl from Mum, asking me again when I'll be visiting. I haven't been home since the holidays in... when was it? 2005? Over two years ago, back when Jason's second daughter was just born. She must be talking by now. And Mum said that David's had a boy, and Mara's getting married this summer. She wants me to come home for that, I think. This tour's over at the end of the month, and we've got a break before we're supposed to be in the recording studio.
I'm thinking, maybe this time I'll go home for good. |
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