The night before was heavy and I am glad that I do not feel dead this morning. I will just about lift my arm to pour water into the cup. My friends ask me to make tea for them and find them Ready Salted crisps. I blame them for the headache and deliver what they ask for. We laugh at what we can barely remember. Work tomorrow. Yuck. /Adolescence/ Memory 013 of 024 (Collection 402)