1. He’s not hungover but we have fish butties for lunch anyway.
2. I’m sticking together the most fragile, most collage-y part of my zine and the cat decides she must ‘help’. I enjoy the irony that I am, superficially, sticking down some pictures expressing how much I love the cats.
3. Friday evening: croque monsieurs, steam cleaning the kitchen and giggling from behind my hands while watching a new episode of Broad City. Rock n Roll.
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