Weird vibes today, chums. Had some less than positive interactions on the old Fedi earlier, which upended me slightly - although I've not had any in absolutely ages, so was due a reckoning. Otherwise I've had a bit of a discombobulating but overall good day I think. But it's like the apocalypse outside and I'm feeling on edge, like the sky might fall in. So I've come out in the driving rain and freezing cold to partake in a stupid running training session. I could do with taking it easy or not at all, and Thursdays are always hard. So I am predictably not thrilled about it. Had a brief reprieve on the way here when Pointer Sisters Neutron Dance popped up on the playlist, which was quite fun. But I'm now sat in the car in a night one of the great renaissance artists might describe as: shit.

I know this is my cycle but nothing feels good. I'm tired, I feel horribly unfit and just like I'm making a terrible mistake and that I'm a deservedly lost and tragic excuse for whatever the shit all this is meant to be. Human? Maybe I share some DNA with humans, but so does a banana. I am more banana than man. And I've been in the fruitbowl far too long.

*quick break*

Pretty sure a werewolf just ran past me. It's pitch black and raining and my windows are steamed so it's difficult to tell, but that's what my brain made of it. Who would have thought - werewolves in West Wickham. I'm 100pc up for transforming by the light of the moon and tearing people to shreds. I think I'd look good as a werewolf. Like it's my natural form. I've totally lost my point. Oh yeah - I HATE RUNNING and also - everything else. There is no point. We are bacteria. Fuck it all.