If that stout is a Guinness, sign me up please!
Why is it so cold outside?
At least, now that I'm in the pub, it feels better. I don't know if it's the city or it's me, but walking outside makes my anxiety skyrocket. Maybe it's because when I walk alone I think, and when I think... it's not good. Right? At least it's friday, which means I'll be able to sleep for two days straight before starting over on monday.
I see the bartender and I say "A stout please!" as I sit in the bar.
Hi ~martin, welcome!
~bartender? A stout sounds like a really good idea. The way home will have to wait a bit, but the train is running until late on Fridays ... so ...
~martin, have you seen that funny computer warehouse round the corner on the way in? What a place! Guess what I found: A box of dusty RTX2010 controllers! Unbelievable!