This morning I decided I was running behind schedule and that I'd rather walk to the station slowly and just get the later train than stress out and attempt to get the early one.

I dawdled, stopped at the shop, dawdled some more... And still caught the early train, comfortably. Weird.



Spent the day injuring myself and laughing at Charlotte's attempts to break the tension through the medium of song.


This evening I had a shower, ate some pasta, then skyped Ma for like 2 hours (until I was falling asleep pretty much).