Stuck

I am starting this year full of self-loathing, lethargy and all-around misery. I am hacking like a snooty chimney, all my friends are imminently married, I'm stuck in so many ways, I turn bloody 29 this year, and so the only way I convinced myself not to get a MC and lie around in bed all day was by focusing all my thoughts on this: I get to wear the new comfort pants Smole bought for me yesterday. Nothing like new pants for the new year.