No real time to reflect. Not that I’d want any, but even so. I have nothing on which to reflect, really. Any decisions would drown, hopelessly beneath the haze of video games and alcohol that still persist in filling empty space.
“Sometimes I sits and thinks… and sometimes I just sits” I remember the motto on the toilet roll holder from my Grandfather’s flat. I don’t know about that. I don’t think. Sometimes I dream, but that tends to get weird.
It’s Monday today – I slept badly and was uncomfortably warm all morning. Now I am cold as, sleeves rolled up (because it just looks better in this shirt, is why), the wind rushes through the single-glazed windows of my office and oozes over me.
One of those moments where I cannot even be bothered to answer the rhetorical question “What am I doing with my life?”
Pretty tired, but also pretty nonchalant. I guess it could be a lot worse. Take a drink later, keep my head on straight.