Finally made it and it was open thank fuck. For once I booked something in advance and couldn’t be happier. Looked like I was the only person there.
‘Have you got a YHA membership number? Otherwise there’s an extra £3 charge’
‘Well I stayed in a YHA in Sydney and had a card, could you find my number on the computer?’
‘There’s no way I can find that out on this.’
‘Well I guess I’m not a member then.’
Room number 1. Got to the pad, hit the showers. Longest one ever, hot as you like and it really cleared the sinuses. Had to make up my own bed then headed downstairs to the couches to write. Could I be arsed? What the fuck happened today anyway? I saw a few rocks and that’s about it. Couldn’t even think of any dumb and dumber material. It’s strange how much an apocalyptic drop in temperature can dampen your spirits. I tried to write but couldn’t physically keep my eyes open anymore so set my alarm for 20 minutes time then I gradually slid deeper into the couch. So deep, so deep, then I fell asleep. Woke up around 8.21, didn’t hesitate to read over what I’d done, tried to think of a pun, writers block wasn’t fun. Felt a lot better after that nap and got writing again. Around 9.30 it sounded like the two lads were leaving. I got up and there was no one around and everything was locked up. I guess I’ll get the lights then so. Went up to bed, put two duvets on, got a date with Tim, and I could read that book all night. No signal to check if nobody I know got killed in hackney today, but I gotta say it was a good day.
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