A million thoughts in my head and I am unable to bundle any of them.
I am just going to eat berries for the rest of my life, because they are delicious.
Oh yeah, and can I finally win the lottery in order to travel the world, looking like a bearded hobo.
This is my destiny. I think. Grow a beard, dig out a backpack and travel countries where people still die of the plague. Or something.
Instead I am sitting at home with a punnet of strawberries, trying to make that donut bun on my head look less like a gigantic arsehole.
Or maybe I should start a veggie garden?