Sitting on the kitchen floor on a Wednesday afternoon.

Okay so our kitchen has under floor heating and is surprisingly comfortable.
So I'm sat here munching on ice cream - ice cream is meant to be a comfort food right? Although I don't know what I'm comforting myself about I've lost track of most things to be honest.
I dont think I've ever completed anything in my life (apart from food). If I were to die and become a ghost, like on being human, I would have so much unfinished business to finish my door would never appear for me.

I wonder if my mum will notice if I eat all of the ice cream.

I've just realised what a random chain of thought this is.