After yesterday’s particularly harrowing day, I was a bit meh about heading out today.
You know that feeling you get when you just can’t be arsed, don’t want to be near anyone, don’t want people to speak to you (or wee on you, again), and you most certainly don’t want to go out? It was like that.
But past experience has shown me that when I feel like that, going out and being around people tends to be pretty bloody good.
Also, I said I was going, so I did.
A change of morning