I’ve had a nice night with the ex who needed somewhere to stay. Got two dominoes pizzas and went fucking mad (asleep by 11 for once). Feels weird to not be hungover but there we go.
Looks nice out today but feels a bit chilly on the old willy, so it goes.
I always have a sense of anxiety around the beginning of September, it feels more like the start of a new year than January - probably because of the new academic year routines being drilled into me. Feel like I need to change something, but don’t know what.
Feel free to talk about breakfast here.