Strange Thoughts of a Strange Man

I had a real sense of achievement over the weekend. I felt like I had really done something worthwhile. Something good.

What had I done? Had I sorted out my debts?

No.

Had I worked on my novel?

No.

Had I taken the most fantastic picture ever?

As if.

Did I finally paint my bathroom ceiling?

Yes, and it looks very nice, thank you very much for asking.

And did I clear my entire backlog of ironing?

Yes! Hahaha.

Now, when exactly did I turn into my parents?

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