Today I loved my job. Like actually. I was happy. It's so much better when there's stuff to do, or I create stuff for me to do, because standing around doing nothing is sort of stressful and dull. I found a super cute picture of a monkey, which has now been stuck on the inside cover of the repair book.
Last night was massively creepy. A weird old drunk man hit on me in the pub. I'm becoming increasingly convinced that only men old enough to be my dad like me. He said he wanted to bite Smem's nose off as well. So weird.
France in 2 days. It's going to be weird being away from work. And I'm going to miss people I guess.
3 weeks is a long time. And everything could change. Disappear. I'm just trying to convince myself to take chances before it's too late. Not that it'll really work out.
Some racing, some stopping, some skipping and hopping.
halp.
bai.x.
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