Sunday 21st March 1993

Zero Alcohol.
Ive been sober four days now, ive been reclusive for far longer. My insomnia has gotten worse since going dry. I don't sleep until around 6.20am, it used to be 5am. Ideas on poetry are filling my head as usual. Like a tyre, expanding and rolling. Wrote. Im a writer/poet, nothing else. I walk around in waistcoats and dickie bows, like im in the 18th century.