Sunday July 21

You’ll have to excuse me if I fall asleep in the middle of typing this. I’m very very tired. Too much debuchary and the like – either that or just too much drinking. KateH adn I had a big debriefing on the phone today and it turns out that neither of us can remember walking from the Supper Club to Oporto, which is kinda amusing. Also, I’m in trouble with her, but if I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb (ha! when’s the last time you heard THAT expression?) so I’ll relate a little story to you about her right now. After all it’s not often that I get to mock her. Anyways, so we were talking to this girl at the rooftop party who had a flower in her hair, and KateH was like “oh I can smell your rose from here” and the girl was like “but it’s a camelia” and more to the point, she pulled it out and showed us that it was fake. What Kate was in fact smelling was the rose moisturiser she had on her own hands. What a dick! Heh. Okay, so it was probably much much funnier at the time.

So today I slept in til almost 2pm, then vegetated in front of the TV for large periods of time, feeling ever so slightly ill, but not too bad. Much much later, Clay Bops and I went out to dinner at Salsa on Richmond Road. It was really small and cozy and warm, and the owner was lovely and the food was excellent, so it comes highly recommended. So there. And yeah, basically that’s all I have to say. I have to go to school tomorrow, poos. But luckily class doesn’t start until 11am. Have I mentioned lately how madcrazy hectic my scheduale is this semester? Thank fuck I’m not taking four papers. As it is, I have three classes on monday, two on tuesdays, one on wednesday then 4.5 hours of work, three classes then 2.5 hours of work on Thursday and I’m working 9-5 on Fridays. Madness. Okay, so real people work a lot more than that, but I’m not really real, remember. Bed for me now – before midnight even. Crazy.


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