Whats the plan for GF Eve.
Chicken tonight, washed down with buckets of Carlton Dry.
Interact with the humans on bf ‘til around 10pm when the beers be kicking and Spotify calls.
Couple of obscure song lyrics around midnight, then the obligatory profound post, soon deleted.
Wake up in the spa at 4am, covered in cheezels, with Cheap Trick blazing on the headphones, attempt to type something else profound, then bed.
The usual Friday night.