I think I have the Booze Blues. Feeling extremely flat and disinterested and the sheer look of this town is depressing me. Plus there is no one in my office to distract me from myself so I am relying on the pod to do so. I went to mum's for a baked dinner last night and didn't even want to speak to her for some reason. She made a mad vego feast for me and still I didn't feel like talking. I played guitar in bed for most of the night when I got home. Usually I spread out my hanging at home across the entire house and cruise around for most of the night flitting between activities. But last night I was just feeling pretty introspective so I got into bed with laptop, guitar and peppermint tea all within reach and just chilled out in my room. Then I played guitar until my fingertips burned. I am working on my callouses in general. Building them up in some places and tearing them down in others. It's a process I guess.