Take a shower, tidy the flat, organise odd jobs and that. Pop out to the shops, visit a friend, step into the sunshine, lend yourself to the day.
Unshowered however, I remain divorced from the day, from the jobs, from people, from it all. I'm still living inside my head, perched upon my bed with words and thoughts floating around, I put the guitar down and roll another joint.
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