When I went to the pub yesterday it was quite quiet. My mood was a bit odd so I just sat by myself. I didn't really feel like talking, and my mind was working overtime. At one point I drifted off, and heard the landlord telling me to 'stop making that noise with your foot. It sounds like the everglades'. That was the bloody leg thing, again. Later on one of my family came in with his partner and some friends, and I was able to relax a little. I hope that I snap out of this mood before very long.
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