Spent a day writing today. That means cooking food, eating it, going for a walk, listening to the radio, listening to CDs, staring blankly at a notepad. A bit is done, but I am well behind.
Then I was going to go to the Roxy and see Múm play, but for various reasons that doesn’t seem to have worked, so I’m going to borrow some mon and get drunk instead. Tomorrow is payday! I hate exclamation marks, but they are occasionally justified.