Waistral

Relaxing dinner turned into riotious catch up with flat mate and wine and gin and roll ups and the wee hours and life stories and falling asleep fully clothed on books and deciding to spring clean the flat from top to bottom and take care of life business and post letters and fix bike and apply for dream summer job and do everything frankly to stop myself actually doing some productive work. Can't seem to quite make the connection to start.

So it's late. And I'm stinky and the flat is clean and we have fresh flowers.

3/10