“toda eye staied ome agane, eye cannot wark strate… or rite in a strate line, it mite be becos I am drunk or I ave gone round the bend!”
Man, this a bad flu isn’t it?
I appear to have become somewhat delusional and disconnected from reality (Hey, what do you mean “no change there?”).
This entry was written in a scribbly flourish right round the page, circling the other days/dates, ending up back on November 28th. Hence the “rite in a strate line” comment.
It cracks me up to think that at 14 I would imagine myself as being “drunk”. My fascination for “the booze” didn’t happen for, ooh, at least another couple of years!
Even during my worst alcoholic episodes though I would certainly hope I could spell better than I did in 1972!