I know I shouldn't bottle things up anymore. But on this occasion I'm willing to bottle up how I feel about meeting Thom for a rainy day, so that next time I think everything in life is/has fallen apart, I will be revelated by these hidden feelings.

Despite this, I really cannot find the will to work. There is absolutely no ambition to do this work or at least try it. I'm sorry everybody. Please now, just back off.