The wif and myself had a couple bets last night at the local hop shop. That coupled with dehydration I actually crashed out pretty hard when I got home. Woke up about 15 minutes before my first alarm, fully clothed still. Five that point, my morning had been really mellow, even a little slow.
I got to the bus stop right on time, but there was no bus, barely any traffic. The sky could be described as powder-coated, from our house it was a uniform cold, dark grey. The bus was running behind, and no one was looking 100%, and now I wonder if my mood is giving the world to conform.
I mean, it’s obvious that’s not the case, but wouldn’t it be neat if I actually was the center of the everything?
Peter's stuff.