Wouldn’t you know it, all the papers have been thrown away for last week. There is just yesterday’s papers left! My pox looks terrible, but as always on the verge of clearing up completely. So close to clearing away, but never quite does. Just Friday, Saturday and Sunday to go, then Monday I travel, unable to have sex again. It is an unimaginable nightmare, that this should happen to me JUST as I started taking the wonderful Rhino Horn and thought a new golden age of sex was going to start. Is it the chemicals in the pills that are provoking the pox? Surely not.
My pox too bad to take my trousers off with Adelina again, or anyone. So the whole Vienna trip is pointless. Still it is now just 4 days away! Life in London is pointless, there is nothing for me to do in London except keep going to —— and wasting hundreds of pounds there. Nothing else. So I keep travelling. And yet Brussels has now become a deadly dangerous place to go. Berlin’s pleasure almost completely wiped out with the destruction of Stuttgarter Platz. This time last year coming back from Vienna I said how pointless it was and disappointing. That was BEFORE my infection, but also BEFORE I started using rhino horn.
Last year January in Vienna was fantastic but after that my trips to Brussels were spoiled by “brewer’s droop”. Indeed it was on the way home from Vienna I had the disaster with Andrea in Fifth, and after that I completely lost my confidence. That led to me getting the —- but at the same time the infection broke out destroying the entire second half of last year, pretty much.
Would you believe it 934am and it turns out we have missed the Royal Mail delivery of my —–. Have to go all the way to fucking ——– Sorting Office to collect them. She’ll go tomorrow she says. F—ing c–ts. Waited 6 days for them. Never again wait for Royal Mail to deliver.