Today started well enough, but then it became shitty.

I think that any day which involves a trip to Ikea cannot end well? It just kind of leaves you in a bad mood, no matter how versatile the solutions for modern living one has just purchased. Other shit happened too, of course, but I think the Swedes set me up for it all somehow.

Maybe I did it, psychosomaticising the effects in response to my own “selling out” to the multi-national man and as a result of over exposure to anti-globalisation counter-culture.