Punching-walls-stressed means I should very much get out the house. Thankfully this time Lou was also in need of a head-clearing, so we wandered down to Swanpool.

Something about the calming sound of the waves that just helps with everything. Plus some delightfully good company.

It's not even that I don't know what to do with work. It's that there's so much other shit going on in my head that I can't for the life of me concentrate on the job at hand.

I think I need the Unbelievable Fucktard. That'd be just great, please.