I’m not sure going out was a good idea last night. I ventured out to Archway to watch a comedy show. I really was not in the mood to go out never mind go to a show where there are other people laughing and having a good time. I bet none of them had verbally been stabbed in the face repeatedly with something that they trusted someone with.
I ended up sitting at the back of the small room with a face like thunder as everybody around me laughed their heads off and enjoyed good act after good act. I did not even make it to the end of the show, I left and headed to the bus stop.
Waiting for the bus I bumped into someone I had not seen for a long time and he and his girlfriend insisted that I go to a pub called The Bald Faced Stag in East Finchley to have a couple of drinks with them and their friends who they were meeting in there.
I managed about two hours before I could not stomach their full-on happy chirpy look-at-us-all-happy-with-our-relationships and made my way home on the bus.
I have not done any article writing over the weekend, I have not been in the mood for it. Friday I barely did acceptable cleaning at work. Thankfully the section I was cleaning was already pretty clean so nobody noticed as I moped around dragging my broom with me.
At the moment I am on the verge of not going into work tomorrow. I’ve spent most of the weekend in bed with my wireless keyboard, mouse and a ‘fuck it why bother’ attitude. I’ve only moved from my ‘pit’ to go outside for a ‘cigarette walk’ and take the dog for a walk.
My diet has also gone out of the window as I have just finished tucking into an entire double chocolate gateau cake. Although funnily enough that has made me slightly better.