Strangely calm, and maybe a bit content. Probably because it's Friday, and I get to sleep in tomorrow without guilt.
I do have a bunch of stuff to do. Laundry, dog stuff (I'd really like to take Sadie to the park and give her a chance to sniff other dog's butts) and kitchen cleaning among them. And I suppose I should spruce up the upstairs room and the bathrooms a bit so those coming over are not completely overcome with revulsion.
And maybe I should start having a social life again. Or at least thinking about it.
It's like riding a bicycle. Except that your family was killed and eaten by a giant robotic bicycle that to this day haunts your nightmares and makes you shit chain grease. You'd certainly never forget that.
I do have a bunch of stuff to do. Laundry, dog stuff (I'd really like to take Sadie to the park and give her a chance to sniff other dog's butts) and kitchen cleaning among them. And I suppose I should spruce up the upstairs room and the bathrooms a bit so those coming over are not completely overcome with revulsion.
And maybe I should start having a social life again. Or at least thinking about it.
It's like riding a bicycle. Except that your family was killed and eaten by a giant robotic bicycle that to this day haunts your nightmares and makes you shit chain grease. You'd certainly never forget that.