Confessions
I go to the gym sometimes just to hang out... not even work out!
I need to do something with my life.
Last night I went to a comedy show at the National Theater (half of which was in Luganda- damn). Then proceeded to drink many Kenyan beers at SteakOut, an outdoor bar: it was rock night! (oh I walked down memory lane alright). And THEN, I got coerced into going to this club that I don't particularly like (it's calle Ange Noir. Nothing good could come out of a place with a name like that. Across the street there is a bar called Q-Hearts. Run away!). We had comps so at least I didnt pay! I don't know how this happened, but I got home at 5 am.
And had to wake up at 7 am for work.
And here I am. At work. Not working (hard).
Contemplating escape, then sleep. Working on so little sleep does seem to make the job more amusing though- I have been gaping out all day, yipeeee. Also joking with my boss and generally using my swivelling chair to swivel.
I need to do something with my life.
Last night I went to a comedy show at the National Theater (half of which was in Luganda- damn). Then proceeded to drink many Kenyan beers at SteakOut, an outdoor bar: it was rock night! (oh I walked down memory lane alright). And THEN, I got coerced into going to this club that I don't particularly like (it's calle Ange Noir. Nothing good could come out of a place with a name like that. Across the street there is a bar called Q-Hearts. Run away!). We had comps so at least I didnt pay! I don't know how this happened, but I got home at 5 am.
And had to wake up at 7 am for work.
And here I am. At work. Not working (hard).
Contemplating escape, then sleep. Working on so little sleep does seem to make the job more amusing though- I have been gaping out all day, yipeeee. Also joking with my boss and generally using my swivelling chair to swivel.