Quiet Friday night at home feeling sniffly

I thought I’d go look at the news for a change, and very quickly established that that’s a mistake. Iran and USA going big guns at each other as another head of the hydra that started with Ukraine and will lead to Taiwan via everything. And closer to home some sociopathic children murdered someone for being trans. I’m sure lots of lovely things happened recently but those are the easiest stories to find and I’m not sure why I looked at it now. It’s all vile.

I didn’t leave the house today and probably should have. I’ve been a bit of a morlock. Snotty coldy nose isn’t helping but hopefully by tomorrow I’ll be feeling less rubbish on that front. Even my teeth hurt. I need to see the sun. Morning is the only time. So I’ve sent myself to bed. I might even have a sleepy drink and just nod off into crazy dreams so I know I’ll wake up refreshed and early enough to catch the light tomorrow.

Another week. Time just flies by. I have too much hanging over me at the moment and need to dig dig dig up towards the light. But it’s all too easy to just let the days tick past accompanied by these feelings of powerlessness. I really ought to find some legal advice. But pulling my own socks up will be a starting point. Yesterday I was so upbeat – I’ve just had a day of heady coldiness and it has ground me down a wee bit.

Weekend stretching out in front of us all. I can’t believe it’s Friday night. I’ve never felt less like going out on the town than I do right now.

My sugar craving has been fixed with a mug of Ovaltine. I’ll probably feel a little less crap in a day or two when any remaining alcohol is out of my system. Friday night? Not this week.

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Author: albarclay

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