everything is less shit

Today was… good. I woke up feeling terrible, then had excessive breakfast with my flatmates before our monthly meeting. Both made things less terrible, somehow.

Later a flatmate and I had a look at her bike light, decided to go to dudebro bikeshop dude who is not our friend to get it replaced, and afterwards fixed my bike's brakes.

Then another flatmate re-shaved my hair, and now I am cute and have working brakes and am not feeling terrible, just a bit tense.