there’s something unpleasant in the air. nothing seems to be going right. idk
i “finished” the secret project. tell you about it next week. it’s only going to arrive slightly late.
murder on the dancefloor was fun. sounds good i think.
saturday was the movie night. watched Spotlight (2015). very good movie, great as a spiritual successor to All The President’s Men. deeply uncomfortable subject matter. i don’t want to watch it again but i’m glad i did which is the whole point.
sunday we gardened. was going well until something went ping in my wrist. there’d been a stabbing on Lavender Hill and the pharmacy was inside the police cordon.
a friend’s in hospital. his wife separately had to go to A&E. we stayed with her until midnight and drove her home.
there aren’t enough hours in the week to do everything i want to be doing. i don’t have enough money to be doing everything i want to be doing. trying to get more hours in the week means i’ll have even less money.
where the fuck did i put my light therapy lamp.