Working real hard.
This is how I look - vaguely stressed, mildly emotionally constipated - before my first beach visit of the summer. LET’S PARTY!!
Approximately 67% of any train ride is spent wondering if the smears on the windows are hair grease or face grease.
The grim inevitability of public transport lunch.
Thank god for Marios on a Saturday morning.
My Activity page is flipping the bird at me. This bodes well for Real Life(cast)’s future, doesn’t it?
The evening view from my flat makes all manner of crises that little bit easier to bear.
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“What a GLORIOUS night! Are we going to go sit outside and have a beer somewhere?” —
The dudes in the flat downstairs just before.
I will be writing into the wee-small-hours (attempting to finish all deadlines before the weekend, so I can have a long one). The prospect actually doesn’t bother me as much as you might think. Back in the olden times, when I was a promising young upstart, I used to regularly write until 2am. Perhaps this way I can reconnect with my youth. Alternatively, I might just get a stiff back and sore eyes.
Went to take a photo and this happened. In the spirit of real lifecasting, I didn’t take a second one.