existentialist
Tired and unemotional
Amazon delivered my studio mic and associated bits. To "the householder". Except I wasn't in. As it happens, they'd been delivered to my neighbour, but I didn't know that. So now I've had to go round there AND DRINK A WHOLE BOTTLE OF WINE, plus be amused by her bonkers cousins (everyone is Laugharne is either related, or has been in a fight with someone someone else is related to). Now I'm going to be late to the pub
I've downvoted the delivery, anyway. Ner.
I've downvoted the delivery, anyway. Ner.