I've got a serious case of the blah's. Every so often I slip back into pity party mode for a few minutes before finding something interestinger to think about, usually sex, and snapping out of it. I'm bored. Bored of being in so much pain. Bored of being unable to focus because of the so much pain. Bored of being bored.
I made it to the bench again today. Hot chocolatey, low calorie, chemical crap substitue drink intact. Which is more than I can say for the pavement. That was showing various signs of my previous visits. At least I know where the mug I was sure I remembered having went. Maybe someone will find it in hundreds of years amongst the splatters of peppermint tea and skinny latte I've spilt and pontificate as to what it all means.
I made it to the bench though. Yeay! It was nice. The sun was out, the birds were singing. There was the hot chocolate imposter. There were even helicopters and lifeboatmen. People smiled at me, I smiled back at them. What's not to like?
Other than, it's y'know, a bench. And it was the most exciting thing I did all day.