I woke up worried about school and the inevitable comments and snide remarks re. Saturday night. I got in late yet again and sure enough, come break, there was Steve eagerly spreading exaggerated tales of my nudity, drunkenness and general idiocy to all and sundry. Horror, laughter, criticism. Apparently I was talking in my sleep.
Despite all of this, despite feelings bordering on self-neglect and recrimination even, for once I got on really well with Jeremy and Duncan. They seemed more open. . . . It was a strange, half-and-half day.
I have to buy one of Pink Floyd's early albums!
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