September 22nd 2021
Today was my twenty-eighth birthday. It wasn’t my best birthday, I won’t lie. I spent the whole day sat in my spare room on a training course. Then I spent the whole evening feeling desperately alone.
I walked back from the shop, at one point, holding a four pack of IPA and a fillet steak, questioning the life choices I had made that had got me to that point.
Six hours later, I just woke up drenched in that same IPA having fallen asleep on the sofa with a can in my hand. I wiped some stuff down, but I’m not looking forward to waking up tomorrow with my flat smelling of hops.
Until tomorrow, the steak was good, to be fair.