Sunday, April 4, 2004

The flat is a mess. Just the other day my landlady came by to get her stuff. I realise how horrible the experience it must have been for her. But partially because I pre-empted her on the situation, she said nothing, only was concerned about the beer I had been drinking. Is drinking really a bad habit? Maybe the plight of the flat and the evidence of drinking is enough to imply a sub-par state of mind and well-being. I read and thought about the possibility that I have serotonin levels on the low side, which makes me susceptible to moodiness. I feel okay now though, but the flat certainly isn't. And I'm having some nice cold beer as I type this. Actually that makes me feel quite fine.