I am in the land of the rising sun, in a city I have longed to visit again since I left. I just cannot seem to peel myself away from my bed and I am constantly parched drinking four or five bottles of water a day. I don’t want to talk to anyone. All I want to do is stay in my dingy little room with no mini bar and haven’t even turned on the TV. On the 9th floor with a kinda sorta view, but I just keep the musty brown curtains drawn preferring the dark, whilst stealing the odd cigarette in the portaloo toilet.
What is wrong? Is it THAT thing? Surely not, I’m quite sure it’s not. I’ll just go back into bed and have a think about this one.
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