TV episodes are not supposed to feel like personal attacks

So, I have failed to write this year.

New Years Day I went to the supermarket under the apocalyptic sky (from fires in Australia) and after buying nothing but carbs and then determining nothing interesting was open in town I came home and slothed about in a giant T-shirt that Alana had given me as the final and most substantial part of my advent calendar, and boxers.  I briefly put on pants to answer the door for the pizza I ordered for dinner (a saviour from hells, so much salad and healthness).  A while later someone knocked on my door and I didn't think before answering.  He was looking for a neighbour, whose flat I pointed to.  He then paused and straight out offered a sexual encounter, lifting his shirt to show some full abdomen lacy piece of women's undergarment, and then only left after seeing the look on my face at that.  It occurred afterwards that my unlocking the door downstairs when expecting my pizza had probably been why the weirdo could get in.  Also, am not judging the neighbour as I suspect the guy was more after him for drugs than sex.... but so weird.

New Year's Day holiday, more playing pokemon and doing a lot of not much.  Bought a couple of 40% off digital games for my Switch.  And in the evening washed and dressed so I could go to Alana's mother for dinner.
Alana and Mike looked after me very well while they were down.

Yesterday I went out for a bit with Alana and Mike again, getting lunch at Nova in the process.
In the evening I burned my dinner, so had very over-caramelised stir-fry for dinner and then the leftovers for lunch today.

Today was much TV and Pokemon.  In the afternoon Tavendale visited for a general goodbye before he heads back north for work.  This is the weekend when everyone back in town for the festive period is heading back to their adult lives again.  I got myself into a bit of a depressive slump about my lack of an adult life.  If I hadn't got sick I fully expected to be a civil servant in Wellington, being just another fag in a suit among an army of about that.  I was mostly on track, even if I never got closer than the short list to any graduate recruitment position.
On Tavendale's recommendation I watched recent Irish supernatural comedy Extra Ordinary.  It briefly had me feeling positive about humans deserving the right to exist.  Quite a step away from my general levels of misanthropy.
The I watched the new sex miniseries of the Netflix explained series (it stylises itself all lowercase).  I felt attacked by the first episode talking about sexual fantasies.  It seems mine are far more boring and vanilla than average.  Mine seem more cliche 'girly' than what most women have.  I am dull.