Stormy night. Lovely. Lightning all through the night. So good. Work. Was tilting at windmills and thinking that my manager was unhappy with me. Asked them for a quick call and tried to gauge the vibe. She might be on to me for not doing enough work, or she might be fine and just not feeling like chatting much. Yolo. Fucked up the roster for next week, even after rostering replied to my first email and tried to check that I actually meant what I’d put on the roster. Realised that I’d fucked up late in the evening and wrote to them with a mea culpa. Hopefully not too late to fix it. Damn it. Went for a nice walk to the he beach. Very flat. The water on the deep side of the breakwater was the clearest I think I’ve ever seen it. Very cool. Beautiful colours. I think some kid teased me to his mum about my fly net cap. Eat my shorts, kid. I’m sensitive to flies. Pick on Luke day again, it would seem. Prince Andrew had some titles or something stripped from him ahead of this legal case. I have complicated feelings about it all that I would like to think through at some stage. Very sad all round. Right or wrong, my thoughts go to Queen Elizabeth. Poor Queen! Which is not to diminish the hardships that the girl went through, but that’s just where my thoughts go. Novak deported. Still trying not to see any details about that saga, but apparently every so-called leader who could kick the cunt out has managed to squirm their way out of responsibility or having to make any real stand, and he still might be able to play. Bumbaclot he. And bumbaclots they. Was planning on smoking some dro and watching the new Shakespeare joint on AppleTV+ but I’ve got to be straight tomorrow, so I’m settling for ice cream and The Servant on AppleTV+. M: 4. E: 4. 😎📈😐🙂