Well, at least I got my bike tyre fixed. I perved on the cute waiter at Red Tongue, while I waited for it to be fitted. Dark. Cropped hair. Nice jeans. Cute smile. I liked it when he grabbed for a pen in the central pocket of his apron, it really looked as though he was playing with himself. I wanted him to notice me watching him play with himself. I don't think he did.
I've been writing every day. Sit and write and it comes. A little less pot and a little more exercise and it will feel fulfilling.
It doesn't now.
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