Edgy. I'm doing that thing where you think of words (word association?), and everyone dies of boredom.

Clean. The house is pleasant, Thursdays the house becomes clean, and for a few hours I feel a tiny bit house proud.
Crap. Telly.
Full. My tummy, with takeaways from Kilim over the road from the shop.
Yummy. My dinner was.
Radiation. How much sitting with a laptop on ones knees can ones body handle?
Long. Days at the shop when it gets dark so early.
Yawn. I'm going to sneak into my bed shortly.