So, after moving out of home, seeing two different boys and one conference, I'm finally reconnected on my own computer so can blog occassionally. It's 12:19 pm. I've just finished work (where I am now maitre d on Tuesdays) and I cannot sleep. This is not unusual.
Honours is killing my soul. But the problem with losing someone who was once so close to you is that every essay you have to write on death is a million times harder, even when it is based on Ancient Greece.
I'm getting better. Sort of. I'm going to Auckland next weekend to visit some friends which will be nice, but it does mean I have to write 4000 words and reference 2 essays in the meantime.
I haven't had a Kate Moss moment in far too long. Friends quit the sex industry, friends move to suburbs with few late night buses and people start paying rent so can no longer afford to party like they used to.
However, I am going away for a weekend and plan to do lots of silly things which I wouldn't be able to do here. And I draw a boy pictures of Pokemon on paint and he seems to like them, which makes me happy. He gets more stressed that I do so it's fun. And I'm going to Greece in November. And although my boss is a massive douche bag I get paid a decent amount and get a decent amount of hours. Which is nice.
Life is actually quite good, for now.
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