Last night

I had a simple meal of pasta with some sauce that I'd frozen. I couldn't stop thinking and got on my own nerves, so I went out for half a pint. Being a Wednesday I expected it to be quiet and it was. I sat quietly in the corner. Soon after I arrived, someone I knew came in and we sat together. That was fine, but I didn't really feel like talking. Then someone she knows (but I don't) joined us, and I felt very awkward. I beat a hasty retreat, and got home feeling that I hadn't enjoyed myself. I lay on the sofa looking at my plants before turning in at ten.