i am on the most ridiculous weekend, i had a thirty pound steak (Tuesday) last night. tbh wasnt as good as spoons mh. also ive worn a “bath robe” more in the past 48 hours than I have done in all my twenty years. 

looking forward so much to coming home and seeing everyone and just relaxing. Ive had such a mental term, so much work and so much going out, just want sweet green fields and open spaces and no traffic or sirens and no dog shit on the pavement everywhere you go, and my car and sweet lakes and the field behind joshes house and the beach at minehead and taunton, and matts flat and most of all sweet people. 

im bored. like properly bored, its a dull feeling in the back of my head. elusive excitement and stimulation.