Rip it right aff ye

Today started with thirty minutes on the cross-trainer in front of American Gladiators which provided half an hour of pure serotonin altering amusement I didn't know was possible until this morning. (Hellga. Jeez. To quote Mocop, she'd rip it right aff ye.)

Unfortunately, a disgusting fag-stenched barber shop, a temporarily closed Costa, more dust and dirt in the air than my eyes can cope with, extremely uncomfortable heat, and a dull beep-induced headache soon reset the all-important serotonin levels back to their default state of worryingly non-existent. I hate doing all this on my own, but that's another default state I probably deserve to be in.