Its dead quiet in my house when no one is home apart from me, seen as there are only two of us living there at the moment and dan is quite often in london with his girl. so its just me. i turn off the radio, i turn off the taps and i sit in comlete silence. just listening to the nothingness. i thought it might be comforting but it really isnt. nothing comforts me at the moment. last night was the first night in two weeks i havent had a drink. i thought it might make things less hazy but it didnt.