Trousers

Dad ran me into Easterby; I was supposed to be meeting Lee at half-one, but I waited for a full thirty minutes at the Library before going to look round Smiths, eventually buying some trousers in Eastgate, really tight, blue ones. I can’t make up my mind about them. I also bought 10 polythene LP covers and a book “celebrating” the 100th FA Cup Final.

Andrew rang to say he’s staying another year at College to be full time head of the Students’ Union. Mum was really annoyed (“extends our commitments” etc.). I’m really sickened off with life, hence the general lethargy and dullness of the last few entries. I’m just completely pissed off with everything--me, events in general, etc.

I’m in a rut.