Talking to baby bro and he gave the old huff and ‘dont think so’ when i said im planning on staying in tonight. A year a go that would probably have been right, I never stayed in on a Friday. Ever.
Nowadays I’m happily looking forward to a night on the sofa to get in the mood for tomorrows party up East. Im dreaming of ice cream and a movie.
It brings to mind Olivers slightly Scroogie smug face yesterday when he patted me on the back saying ‘My plan is working, you are slowly getting boring like me’
Why does it feel like i have lost control over my own life?