House... so... clean.... in Rambling sane thoughts of the terminally me

It was lovely last night. Got home, dropped stuff off with Miss Bath. Relaxed.

I didn't get the bathroom done. Bad Adam. Just could not be bothered. Instead I watched "Addams family" on Netflix. With wine. Also made myself a lamb chop.

It's a pretty boring entry. Sorry. Just wanted you to know that sometimes my life isn't a constant state of panic, procrastination, paranoia and p.... p... damn, ran out of alliterative. Poems! Damn it, should have thought of that.

Anyways, just occasionally, my life is relaxed and chilled and involves enjoying my own company in comfort with no worries. Last night was a bit like that. I need more of those evening. I'm working on it. Every day I get a bit better.

Er... ran out of things to write. Cue appropriate links to youtube I think. This is Scroobius Pip. "Get better". It works for this entry because I was watching it last night after "Addams family" and because I just said "Every day I get a bit better". So it works on two levels.

Ramblerambleramble.