My dad’s eye has started to shut and his voice is starting to slur – I have no idea what to do

I used to think I was trying to be Paradise and Morriarty at the same time, then it became the Edge and Bono – now i’m convinced it’s Tennant and Lowe

listening to a few good men in the cinema and waiting for a new film to start whilst i eat some nuts; the woman next to me is having fish and chips and is quiet loud and as this happens I’ve brought two crabs who I’m quiet happy but nervous about letting them walk about under my seat though I’m worried where they’ll end up and if someone will either stand on them or report them. I wake up at 609 and it’s well dark. Like properly pitch black

One day i’ll die and my nieces will sell them all for a fiver