I'm back in ze bridge. It is currently -3.2 degrees. This probably isn't very cold. But it really feels it when your room has not just single glazing, but BADLY FITTING WINDOWS.
I just want to go home. Which is quite novel. Normally I'm vaguely happy and content with coming back. But this time.. not so much. I just didn't want to. I was lying in my bed last night, feeling comfortable and warm, and I just did not want to get up and come here. I liked being at home and not doing anything. I have no desire to be back here, I don't.. even know what I'm getting at.
I think I've just had enough. That theory makes the most sense.
My hands are getting colder as I type.
Don't judge a book by the size of its wrist..
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