a four eight too fucking many sadsack posts in draft about how I am feeling all melancholy and poor me and fuck this shit I am running away to *insert somewhere far away from here* ready to inflict on you when my browser crashed.
One might have earned me a nice little rest in a room with no windows and all the pharmaceuticals that I could eat.
Instead of throwing my computer clear across the room and going out to buy a kitten so I could kick it, I decided to channel my inner Barney.
I AM going to organise Easter and it is going to fucking rock.
I AM going to fold and put away that 6ft tall pile of washing.
I AM going to take my little dude out for dinner tonight.
I AM AWESOME INSTEAD.
Word to your mother.