I’m having one of those despondent my-flat’s-a-mess-but-I-can’t-be-arsed evenings thinking about life-and-love-and-money-and-the-future-and-where-I’m-going-and-how-I-could-do-with-a-bit-more-money-no!-check-that-a-lot-more-money-and-time-and-um-“stuff”.
So I’ll employ an oft used solution – eat some Chinese food and head to the bar.
separating the wanted from the unwanted