Because I’m fucking losing it. I’m at work tomorrow and Thursday until 1pm. The rest of the week I’ll be stuck in the house like the rest of Britain (I know I’m not special).
Today I sat on the couch until 8:30am. Walked the dog for an hour. Sat on the couch until 11:30. Washed the walls. Made lunch at 12 as it seemed like an acceptable time to eat. Sat on the couch. All the housework is done, the grass is cut. I’m so fucking bored. Come Thursday night I will get drunk and will remain so until Sunday. That is all I look forward to now and even that depresses me because I know it’s wrong.
As I said I KNOW I’m not the one but seriously, what the fuck are people doing to remain sane?