I don't remember doing anything much on Tuesday night. Netflix history says I spent it watching Harlon whatshisface's The Stranger, so mostly I was playing Pokemon while everyone else was at Elton John. That and Queen are concerts I would have tried to sort Shitlord for if that was still a miserable thing.
Wednesday I watched Bojack Horseman and had a surprise flat inspection (the letter came long enough ago that I had forgotten) that I am very glad I had pants on for.
I left the house to got to D&D and have a subway sandwich for dinner (chicken bacon ranch). Game was okay though I was very sleepy and kept almost dozing. I got home after to suddenly be annoyingly awake.
About when I should have been going to bed I started watching Ragnarok (a Netflix show from Norway) and lusting after a 46 year old Icelandic actor.
Today I had intended to be able to sleep in. Stupid asbestos removal people still working on the public holiday and starting just after 0700. Though as the regular builders were not there I am not sure they had health and safety or even first aid.
And I spent much of today feeling gross and finishing off the Norwegian show. Also realised I admitted my high school crush on the Norwegian on Facebook, where I have said Norwegian as a friend (who I believe doesn't read my posts but I don't actually know that). Many, many years ago I was told to come clean on the crush but I never did - and now it is so far in the past to mean nothing except as a flush of embarrassment.
Had dinner with Firmin, Simon and Joe. It was nice. I took my switch and gave Joe some harder to get Pokemon in Sword in my awkward attempts to be friends at him.
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