I cleaned the apartment today. It was filthy, all caked in grime and dust. It felt satisfying. Pure. I wiped the surfaces down a couple of dozen times, just to be thorough.
Received another Christmas card. I almost cried with happiness.
I don't know what to do with myself, really. Nobody to talk to. No-one in the flat. No-one in the halls. I decided to chat to Hamish, my toy seal. I made him reply, too. He can be funny sometimes, especially when he tells jokes.
Maybe I'll watch a film or two.
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