A minor miscalculation in my morning time frames meant my normal, spiritual exercise was slightly rushed. I’m sure I moved an inch closer to the aether, though. Then work, which was surprisingly quite, which led to several strange scenarios, involving a new, tall toilet plunger, dancing, and somersaulting spectacles. My grandparents came in just as I was on my break, which was nice.
Can’t get enough of kitchens, and cooked an eclectic curry when I got home, to Ghost Stories by Coldplay, and Blue Neighbourhood by Troye Sivan. Both original glory albums. Impulsively decided to watch Blade for the first time. Not sure whether I was made for this film, or the film was made for me. Outrageous violence is always more acceptable when fantasy elements and backflips are involved.