"Inside I'm Dancing" is a heart-warming movie about two disabled friends getting through life.

Well the theme of this thread is, similarly, 'Inside I'm Screaming'.

Right now I'm on Day 42 of a 45-day holiday in the Canary Islands. As Sunday approaches, I'm screaming inside.

Why?

Well, I won't be able to lounge around the pool all day anymore. More importantly, I'll be arriving home to a full lockdown in N. Ireland.

I've managed to go 42 days without drinking or smoking, however today I bought a carton of the weakest cigarettes in the world just in case I fucking lose it when I get home. (I haven't opened the carton yet).

I will be arriving home to my brand new Desert Eagle airsoft gun (with a full metal body) delivered by FedEx, but the airsoft places won't be open til Feb or March. So I can just walk naked around my house with it pointing the laser at stuff and making bang noises.

I have a dart board in my hallway which is minimally entertaining. I destroyed my car 2 days before I left Ireland so I will also have to run 1h 30mins each day to get in and out of town (45min run each way). Also I need to buy a smart TV to binge-watch Netflix because I can't do fuck all else.

Don't even wanna get into retrieving my bloodparrot fish from my friend's house.

Also it will be near-freezing temperature when I get home.

I could write way more stuff.

Inside I'm screaming.