I stayed late at work tonight and went for a walk after work so I could put off coming back to this hovel for a while longer. I was still typing at 7 PM and I was seriously considering buying one of those blow up mattresses and a sleeping bag. But I'm paying for this place as it is and that's not my job.
I used to get lonely in bed at night but not this lonely!
I'm in a serious funk tonight. The few little bright spots in my day was the scone with butter and jam I had for break, and tonight when I was out walking I got stopped by some tourists looking for directions. It gives me a warm glow to be able to point people in the right direction. I remember how I was treated on my first and only trip to Northern Ireland but that's another story.
Like my friend says "you have to focus on the little things in life".
Oh my dad gave me a print out of some tips he got online about getting rid of bedbugs. Number 2 is 'do not panic'. I'm long past that stage.