Nothing special for me. Housemate is revising for exams and applying for a job in Bournemouth (gulp). I had an urge to read this thing I wrote last year about going to Belfast and thinking about my evil Irish ex bf, and then in a chat someone reminded me of a snowball fight we had at an event which preceded the best night we ever had together ( 
) and now I feel really nostalgic for the whole 6 months leading up to and going into that relationship, even though it crashed and burned disastrously.
I guess today I’m exercising, showering, reading, writing and cooking?
