I'm new to this whole blogging thing and have no frame of reference - I don't post on Facebook and I didn't keep a diary as a kid so.... I'm going to start at the very beginning, as if I'm turning twelve today.
Sam tells me (via something called 'Analytics') that only around 60 people are currently looking at this, so how wrong can it go? Let's find out. (Sorry, Sam.)
Dear Diary,
I hurt my ankle on a slippery slab. I went to the hospital and had an X-ray. Nothing is broken; it just hurts. I can't walk. I couldn't finish my day's work, so I spent money travelling around, and didn't get paid.
I'm currently homeless, so this is a problem.
Right now I'm high on Guinness and paracetamol.
Tomorrow I need to go back to work, but it's not looking good. If I try and walk I look like Johnny Depp in the casino scenes in Fear and Loathing, but with more wincing and swears.
Sam said if I can't go, he'll go for me, and that, murfuckers, is teamwork. And you can't make a film without teamwork. So, all-in-all, I'm looking at this as a positive.
Yep... Definitely high right now.
Goodnight, Diary.
Jan
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