Thursday 8th April 1993

Thought I was going to die today. Ive got alcohol poisoning! This time I think its serious, Ive got to knock it on the head for 3 months. But I think it will be for good. Jeepers I feel rough. Like my insides have rotted. Im being sick ontop of being sick. My sides hurt. Head in a whirlpool of thoughts and crazy moods. I must stop, or i'll be dead. Or mad. Or both.