Performance Anxiety…

So, having major performance anxiety over the presents I got for Precious and my Princeling, I’m sat in Burger King having done some more present shopping. I managed to walk past Lush this time. I have Machine Head on my earphones. My burger isn’t even hot. I can’t be arsed to even mention it so I inhale the whole thing as quick as I can. Wow, I must have been starving. I haven’t felt hungry all day and it’s two o’clock now.

Precious and my Princeling seem to want to hibernate and have stayed in their rooms a lot of the time. I can’t say I blame them. I’ve tried a few times to get them to come out of it but they’re not happy. There just not voicing it. Same here. I nearly broke down a few times when in town. I’m home now and about to wrap everything. Ever the last minute monkey…

So, it’s all wrapped and good to go. We spend a little while chatting, then the kids go and hibernate again. I join my Subs Club friends for a couple of hours then go to bed. One guy was completely smashed On JD and coke and was gibbering like an imbecile. While most of us have a drink or two (or more) when we hold a Zoom meeting (Referred to as the UN meeting from now on.) it’s rare that any of us would be that drunk. There would be no point as we enjoy our intellectual debates as much as we enjoy the immature penis jokes. (Long story.) I simply don’t enjoy being around anyone that drunk.

I called it a night, bid my friends goodnight and tried to go to sleep. Despite being exhausted, as usual I lie there for what seems an eternity in the biggest, loneliest bed in the world… I feel so alone…