Thursday 17 September Day 141

What a day. A row with Laurence, ironically during the Rule, with Giovanni in attendance - basically how annoying I am, which is both funny and tragic coming from him. 

Talked and saw La B, which was both lovely and beautiful and only spoilt by her sad little “take care” after, but what else can she say? On a positive note, i didn’t go and get hideously drunk later, which I felt like doing. And note the date - the ever mysterious and magical 17. Can’t help feeling it signifies, although god alone knows what.

And H rang, having fallen, drunk, and laid out all night unable to Move until her cleaner came and rescued her. She’s booked herself into rehab for a month. Hope it does the trick.

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