No noticable upturn in health, and rather gloomy about this. Sarah came down to Brighton. It was her birthday and she was escaping London for the day. We went to the seafront and sat on the pebbles and ate fish and chips from styrofoam platters, and among other things talked about her novella for her creative writing degree, which she'd emailed me yesterday.

As we picked at the fish and chips Sarah got the urge to throw stones and then had to fight an impulse not to pelt them at innocent people wading in the water. Left under gathering black clouds, and rain which fell upon the masses on Brighton Beach.

Home and I felt drained. Ate Pizza and watched Frazier episodes, I think Frazier should be my new role model.