My head is doing all kinds of weird shit to me these days.
Like f'rinstance, I keep stressing about my housemates. I keep worrying that they're laughing at me behind my back, or that they might steal money from me, or that they'll have a go at me over the cleaning or they won't do their washing up and I'll have to do it, stuff like that.
What housemates? Oh, the housemates I'd have if for some reason I had to go back to the UK without Lurid and if I couldn't get a job and if I can't afford a bedsit and if I had to share a house and if...
My mind hates me.