Regressed

I have this theory that a build-up of stress, culminating in the completion of my degree, has led me to regress to a childish state (one which some would argue I never previously enjoyed).

As evidence of this, I should tell you that I am sat in boxers + a t-shirt, listening to Mastodon and playing Unreal Tournament 2003. This is the teenage existence I never had because I was too busy reading Dickens and writing poems in a tree somewhere about how sad my heart was.