It’s half ten. I’m lying on my bed trying to negotiate my way around the sunburn I obtained yesterday by lying in the garden for four hours reading Kerouac.
I’ve been to my cousins wedding which was lovely. Got to spend some good time with my mental family. Got compared to Woody Allen. Kate made friends with my little cousin and spent the evening answering awkward questions.
I threw my TV away this morning. The coils had gone in it and it made watching anything a bit triply which was fun for a while but hard to focus on so I’ve got rid of it in the hope it will stop me procrastinating from work. I’ve just heard the closing ceremony of the Olympics is amazing and that I’m missing out but I’ll get onto that at some point.
I don’t really want to get up and go to work tomorrow. That’s not usually my attitude. I’m going to have to do something about it.