Wednesday, September 24, 2003

I went to Israel when I was 9 with my mum. Mum says the only thing she can remember is trying to wash the sand out of my hair.

Dad drives me to go shopping, drives me to get food, drives me to Dan’s. I drive him up the wall.

And I fall asleep here, in Tom’s jumper. I fall asleep taking off eye shadow. I fall asleep in purple sheets.