3:06
I've had time to process things, yet nothing is clear. The new flat seems as my cave, but I have no power penguin to convince me to man up and do the things I have to.
After the first wave of wonderful memories of the party, ripples of regret start to spread more and more. And unfortunately this shameless partying will go on, since I am honestly more concerned about The Doctor's adventures than real life consequences.
For example, I should have written that email three fucking days ago, and I again postponed it to the morning. Even though the morning is in 4 hours, and I have to pack until then as well.
3:44
Something terrifying came up and I can't really describe it. Again, not surprised, but, shit, did I fuck up or what. I want my "can't find a girl" problems back.
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