I don't know what I'm doing later. What I do know is that it's likely to be something that I usually do. I'm glad I'm not playing at the pub tomorrow. At least I can rest on Sunday evening, after all the weekend's playing.
The man from the pub, where I played last Christmas, has been in touch with me, implying that they would like me back. I really need to do it, but it is time for me to move on from the cunts who have migrated there. I don't want any more of all that.
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