Feeling bored and boring. And in a self-deprecatory sort of mood all round really. Not a good sign. Jan's too shattered for Bond tonight, and so am I to be honest anyway. Singing looks like it's off. And food is a non-starter with us two lately which kind of rules dinner out from being a sensible option (I'm too fussy with my diet, she's not hungry anyway). At the moment I feel more like just curling up in bed with a book when I get home rather than trying to go out and be sociable and fun to be with.
I don't want to be here, but I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be.