Stayed in bed ’til gone 1pm today, mixing sleeping, absorbing of the internet and feeling sorry for myself.
Walked to the shops to buy cake.
Finished off another Bernie Gunther novel (the series by Philip Kerr is one of my favourites).
Watched the rain pour down on the leaves of the increasingly sunset-coloured trees outside my window.
Arranged dinner with McCy.
Moped.
Felt very down in the morning, with more tears to match, but then calmer post-Bernie Gunther.
This past week has been a bit too much for me, what with Petrichor upset, being sleep-deprived, work woes and interview pressure. I’m very glad to have a weekend to do very little, to be able stand under the hot shower just that little bit longer.
