Yesterday’s socks and I can’t be bothered to do all the things I’ve put off all weekend. There’s a plate missing from the kitchen but only I know and I only know when the dishes are all clean and stacked and they’re never all clean and stacked. I’ll waste some more time and go to the pub – I’ve always been bad at denying the good for the sake of the dull. At the pub I won’t deny a thing or maybe everything. Today, I just don’t know.
Not only did I miss you but I was stupid for days after hearing from you. I really ought to do something about that. Don’t you think? We know I don’t.