Isn’t there always?…a bit of stuff, loitering, deep down inside?
You know what I’m talking about.
I wish I could think of one thing that I had started and finished successfully. Nothing comes to mind. I think my basement is stacked. Mainly with sadistic, child killing, clowns and burnt dudes wearing stripey jumpers. The only time I get any peace is when Alice from Resident Evil comes(played by Milla Jovovich)and clears a bit of space.
This is normally short lived, as I tend to have debauched sex with her after which starts the whole basement stacking again.
The places my mind goes sometimes. Blimey.
I’ll worry about it more after my birthday.