Honestly, I feel like screaming
I've come to the conclusion that I think in English. Which is funny. Today, I almost asked the client to show me his ID in English. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have understood, since he was an older man. Well, anyways, my thoughts are stuck in English.
Another conclusion. Cheery, drunken men are the worst. I got a hug from one of those today. Personal bubble, people!!! Has anyone even heard of that?
Third conclusion. I'm slowly slipping to the 'stay up late, be tired in the morning' phase again. Because I'm writing.
Fourth conclusion. I'm addicted to macadamia nuts.
And last but not least. I bought me a book. Naomi Novik's His Majesty's Dragon or what ever the hell it's original title is. Is it any good?
Another conclusion. Cheery, drunken men are the worst. I got a hug from one of those today. Personal bubble, people!!! Has anyone even heard of that?
Third conclusion. I'm slowly slipping to the 'stay up late, be tired in the morning' phase again. Because I'm writing.
Fourth conclusion. I'm addicted to macadamia nuts.
And last but not least. I bought me a book. Naomi Novik's His Majesty's Dragon or what ever the hell it's original title is. Is it any good?