I did the best I could today. I will do the best I can again tomorrow.
Woke up at half past five this morning. Opened the curtains and looked out on the quiet, stepped Wynd and Square below. The brief few hours when people, mainly tourists, are not yelling and being dicks; as is common for Festival.
At ten past six I sat on my bed, in my room, and very quietly sang 'Happy Birthday To (Me)' because I knew I'd be alone in that today.
At eleven minutes past six I said 'Shit.' Because it meant the sentence wasn't over and everything hadn't just gone black as I'd hoped.
At ten past six I sat on my bed, in my room, and very quietly sang 'Happy Birthday To (Me)' because I knew I'd be alone in that today.
At eleven minutes past six I said 'Shit.' Because it meant the sentence wasn't over and everything hadn't just gone black as I'd hoped.
