It’s lovely that we’re actually having a summer this year…but I am so ready for sweater weather
Reading F Scott Fitzgerald and every other sentence is molten and delicious. If only I’d read this at 17!
Oh well, I can just remember and place the ghost of a feeling on top of the pages.
Pick up book, bag, keys, get to bus stop, wait at bus stop, bus arrives, realise forgot Oyster, go back to flat, find oyster, remember lunch in fridge, leave flat, get back to bus stop, bus arrives, realise have left book in flat.
One more sleep >.<