In a haze. I have nothing to blame but the dullness of my surroundings. If the only way I can be happy is new new new consistently, do I just accept that, or figure out how to stay? Nothing but bed for the last 5 hours, not even sleepy. Somebody slap me.
p.s. getting a small tattoo on the back of my ankle. ow?
I have NOT, in fact, dropped off the face of the planet, but taken a hiatus from the UK adventure in Edmonton (where else). I’m going back after christmas. For some reason, Edmonton renders me unable to say anything about anything. I have a shit job that I’m probably not going back to, it’s that lame. But I’ll survive. Somehow I always manage to.
Damngod energy drinks and vodka, unless somebody is doing them with you. 2am and bored. Story of my life.