The "What Are You Doing This Moment" Thread

I like it when my 3 carriage train is reduced to a single carriage and then we sit outside the station for no reason whilst the sun glares down onto one side of my body and a stranger is pressed against my back stealing my fluids.
 
Back home a little earlier than planned. The wife fell and banged her leg up a bit. Nothing broken but too sprained to keep going.

A bit of a shame we didn’t get to go to Cantwell Cliffs but oh well. Feels nice to be home.
 
I want to respond but I’m drunk as fuck listening to Amy Whinehouse for some reason. Drumkest I’ve been for a really long time. Can’t batepy think. FUCK,