Thunder rumbles and grumbles outside and the tiredness will not go away at all. The rich people's cultural gathering at the gallery today was strange, a crowd of egomaniacs, self centred more so than most.
Visit the Brazilian artist in her studio, it is her last day there, she has fallen out with her boyfriend and coexistence in that place has become intolerable for her. That is the way things go.
There is no wish to go to the birthday party in the pub this evening, why bother. A man turns fifty, what is there to celebrate? Nothing, other than that the place will be packed and stuffy, and therefore : Why bother?
Being alone at home is boring, but it is worth doing nothing when it may be so that doing anything may easily just be a waste of time and cause damage.
It is Saturday today, it is just not worth doing much, other than enjoying the peace and quiet of ones own four walls.
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