Had a dream last night that Jeremy Corbyn murdered someone in a psychopathic rage and everyone was like “see I told you he wasn’t to be trusted!” then I still defended him for some reason and then pretended to be him in a chat room. Not my finest hour!
Might have a jam with a friend later today, we’ll see.
fingers crossed for you and your eyes! I haven’t been to an opticians since i was a kid, probably a bad idea but I can’t be bothered to worry about my healthy anymore, I can see pretty good so whatevs, right?
I’m feeling pretty shitty. I had night shifts on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday. I’m on a 9am to 5:30pm now. Last night I went to Alvvays and then a leaving do for an ex-workmate. A bit tired currently.
Anyway, on the positive today should be an easy day at work and then I’ve The Magnetic Fields at The Barbican. I’ll sneak in some wine and so looking forward to their stuff after a long week whilst sat down and getting drunk.