My brain is mush because I made a bad decision to write this at 2230 instead of 1800 and now I must deal with the consequences.
We went to Bath today. The titular bath was kind of interesting - they worshipped Minerva of all gods there - but not all of it was about the things I was interested in. Everything in England was built by Brunel, and Jane Austen was everywhere. We went back to Bristol to watch Starter For Ten which emotionally broke me. That show was good. I cannot bring myself to make sense of existence. My favourite character was probably Lucy, or maybe Rebecca. Rebecca’s arc felt aborted, though.
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