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You know that thing where you wake up in the middle of the night to realise that you're thoroughly sick of every aspect of your life, and yet too scared to change it...?
Well, here I am in the daylight afterwards, and I can't work out if that was a genuine insight that needs acting on, or just the old night terrors back again.
Buggrit.
In other news: my body may be crap, my life may be crap, I may indeed myself be crap (there is some evidence to that effect) but I do retain one skill: where olives are sold by the container rather than by weight, I am able to cram an extraordinary quantity of olives into one container. They're practically puree'd by compression alone.
So: I have olives, many olives. I have gin. When the gin runs out, there's plenty of wine. I think the weekend starts here.
Well, here I am in the daylight afterwards, and I can't work out if that was a genuine insight that needs acting on, or just the old night terrors back again.
Buggrit.
In other news: my body may be crap, my life may be crap, I may indeed myself be crap (there is some evidence to that effect) but I do retain one skill: where olives are sold by the container rather than by weight, I am able to cram an extraordinary quantity of olives into one container. They're practically puree'd by compression alone.
So: I have olives, many olives. I have gin. When the gin runs out, there's plenty of wine. I think the weekend starts here.