Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Things are rotten and slightly cadaverous at present. That feeling at the end, beyond the end of something where nothing can be rescued and you've been pointedly (or worse, unpointedly) replaced in terms of friendship, but obviously a long time ago. Ironic then that this slightly sickening feeling comes about on a day when the sun is blissfully shining and everything should be happy and dandy. Once my bank explains itself obviously. I'm in the mood for doing something mildly self-destructive so I think I will take myself off for a picnic and the pub. I said mildly!