I went out last night. Jury is still out whether it was a good idea or not. Needless to say, today I feel shit. Utter and complete shit. I’m working from home and lay in bed eating baked beans from a can. Yup, that’s the kind of stuff you do when it doesn’t matter if it’s sunshine outside.
Last night was weird. I got my head caught in the train door and have a pretty banged up jaw to show for it. The jacket I got from Oliver caught fire and there is now a fist sized hole in it. My internal superstitious medieval lady screams ‘it’s a sign, you relationship is literally going up in flames’. Me and Tommy drank vodka at 3 in the morning and I was wired like a crazy person.
Maybe the verdict is that it wasn’t a great idea.
I wish I had somewhere to go and just be but I don’t really feel comfortable to do that with most friends here. So I live in bed. I’m toying with the idea of going back to sweden but that means a flight and time of work and organizing stuff. Not my bag at the moment. So, back to bed.