The happy place

It’s raining outside and somehow also inside of me it feels like.

It feels like some vague nondescript terribleness somehow have sunken its teeth in me and caused the rain inside, and a vague nausea which might’ve come from me eating burnt toast for breakfast earlier today. My feet are also cold, but that’s cause I’ve no socks on.

Generally speaking, socks have a very short life span: there is almost immediately some hole or else one of the pair goes missing and therefore I only have a handful of pairless socks left, which mostly I save for when running, but I may make an exception today as I feel cold inside and outside.

With socks for comfort, I may be strong enough to confront this day and go vote in the EU election. Feeling vaguely unenthusiastic about that but you cannot be enthusiastic about everything.