peripathetic

My nights
I'm sitting here at 1 in the morning, knowing I don't have to go to bed at half one to get up for work tomorrow. This is actually really good. But I feel cheapened. Jobless again. Jonny came round tonight and we pissed ourselves laughing at a cat video, grinned at a Lemon Jelly cheesefest song, and I made rum and brandy butter and didn't spray all the sugar and butter all over the kitchen like last year. Then I came home after dropping Jonny off and right now, it just really really doesn't feel like the raw sparkling cold season it is. I need to find my accelerator and hoof it to the floor.