Another Sunday rolls around.

It’s been a funny sort of day. 
I got up with every intention of doing something, but I couldn’t place exactly what that thing is. So I messed about on the guitar for a while, recorded a cover, and then watched a film and suddenly it’s six o’clock and I’m wondering if it is worth doing anything at all or just realising that I will just be getting up for work in twelve hours and that this is all just a horrific cycle. 
Wow, I’ve just depressed myself. 

Published by Paul

Paperback writer.

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