Writing on a Saturday evening after a day of doing nothing. I feel sad, been feeling sad for the past few days. At first, I thought it may be the remnants of Thursday’s hangover (Emma and I celebrated our 2-year anniversary of meeting each other) but the on-going ennui has suggested that it’s something deeper. The sadness has proven noticeable with everyone I come into contact with, even the local shopkeeper asked me if everything was okay. And what to do with this sadness? No idea. I keep blaming it on the current conflict between Russia and the Ukraine but that feels too simple an answer. Maybe my empathy for far off lands is too great even for myself to recognise. I feel like I’m using it as an excuse for my melancholy. Should I not trust my instincts when it comes to this? If an inescapable malaise has infected my mind and soul and when asked why, my instinct is to talk about the war, should I not trust myself and my answers? It has been said before that I tend to overthink things and this could easily be one of those instances. Nothing deeper than a global tragedy that’s getting me down. Nothing like an international conflict to bring down the mood. Emma’s just returned from my sending her out to get more booze for kids. This short piece IS fuelled by WKD, a gluten-free alternative to beer. I watched some videos about people going on a carnivore diet and that cured their eczema so I figure that I should give it a go. Emma quickly found some scientific journal finding no proof that the Keto diet could end eczema and it was more likely that the highly restrictive nature of the diet meant that the subjects weren’t consuming trigger foods. Either way, probably worth it to try. The WKD is a cheeky bastard. I’ve basically just consumed the caffeinated equivalent of a can of Red Bull…at 22:45. Guess we’re in for a late one. #alchohol #ezcema #sadness