It's winter again. Sag season.
The weather's biting cold. I don't feel like shaving. I'm supposed to head out for Yaash's birthday out to NESCO.
I don't like drinking... I mean drinking is okay, it used to be such fun, but I hate feeling hung over the next day.
I'll write more later. But I should get ready now.
TOT vs MUN
4 - 3
ARS vs CRY
3-2
(Very respectably score Oz man)
Amerham's replaced Ten Hag. Pep is going down a lane of self-blame.
Post script:
I had a great time.
Next morning spoke to H, and parents, and Doc. Fuck I'm nearing 30 pretty soon I'll be unemployable, rent will be too expensive.
