When was there last a happy time? Isn’t there like 95% hell 5% good times? Just a thought
Very true. I’ve gotten into the bad habit of clinging desperately to that 5%, but I just can’t be arsed any more.
I’m running on 2 hours’ sleep after a very restless snooze post-drama; I think this is my body’s way of telling me it’s time to get this shit over and done with.
Now I’m just trying to decide whether to do it before or after I go out to lunch, as I don’t want to spoil my mum’s birthday lunch with me being mopey (and I don’t know when I’d be mopier, pre- or post-)
But I really think it’s going to happen today.
