Another Twist of the Knife

This Blog is dying of neglect. T. has not called me about my book of poetry. He made an appointment with and failed to turn up. And to think I was once one of his proteges. To think that he once believed he I had a great future ahead of me. I will ring him tomorrow and demand to know what is going on. Has the Daemon downstairs been busy working his diabolical magic? Yet another reason to despise that guy. 'You'll get yours,' I whisper. The worst thing is he probably won't. Malevolence and backstabbing get you far in life, apparently.

Binge-eating as well as binge-shopping. Went mad in town - I bought a brown bag with pockets at the front, a glittery notebook and matching pen, an Alice band, a purse and a pocket mirror - all from Accessorise. I moved on to Boots and bought Toni & Guy's Colour Revive shampoo. And then on to Sisley to buy a top to match my long flowing brown skirt.

I am being forced to see a peculiar beauty in absolute solitude.