It’s going on ten. Aimee’s been sleeping in bed since eight. What a shitty day she’s had. Bad enough puking and feeling like crap, but then she goes and steps on b****y glass. For Christ’s sake. How could I miss such a big piece?
Stupid.
Return of the Living Dead is almost finished. I’ve seen it God knows how many times. But that’s me; can’t resist a good eighties horror movie.
Even though I can’t imagine being able to sleep tonight, my eyes are burning. Really need to go to bed but can’t be bothered. Really fancy something to eat but the kitchen seems too far. I think I’ll just stay here and fall asleep in front of the TV, like I used to do back home in Mum’s, watching rubbish until three in the morning, and then getting up for school at seven.
Once the credits roll, I start to channe
