Drunk, much.
I was desperately searching for a picture of this genius Kingsize tee on the internetz, but this is not an easy bandname to google ... they do have this great shirt with "Living My Life To The Beat Of Friday Night" on it, which says perfectly how I feel like right now.
Except it's Monday, or Tuesday morning, to be precise.
Have to get up at noon (which is in about 8 hours) to get sober enough to talk through 3 hours of English classes as I was intelligent enough to voluntarily be the "chairman" of tomorrows "meeting" (don't ask).
So what else to do than going to bed and listening to music?
What else to say? I'm fine, in case anyone was worrying. And I'm back on track, literally, well, as literally as can be. I'll entertain you with all these funny little bandstories soon enough, because honestly, this job is the best thing evar.
G'night, ma dears.
Except it's Monday, or Tuesday morning, to be precise.
Have to get up at noon (which is in about 8 hours) to get sober enough to talk through 3 hours of English classes as I was intelligent enough to voluntarily be the "chairman" of tomorrows "meeting" (don't ask).
So what else to do than going to bed and listening to music?
What else to say? I'm fine, in case anyone was worrying. And I'm back on track, literally, well, as literally as can be. I'll entertain you with all these funny little bandstories soon enough, because honestly, this job is the best thing evar.
G'night, ma dears.