I’m managing to confuse myself.
Don’t know why, don’t know who, don’t know where but its happening.
The last 3 weeks at home have been an absolutely fan-fucking-tastic time, if you’ll pardon my not-really-but-we’ll-say-it-is-French. Felt like I didn’t have enough time to get all done I wanted to, but enjoyed what I did nonetheless!
Don’t think I can be arsed writing down what I did or who I saw etc here, mainly as that would make it more boring than it needs to be and, besides, what’s confusing me doesn’t really have anything to do with that.
I feel homesick. Which is weird because, well, I am still AT HOME for the next 7 hours or so. But I feel really like I am at home. I wanna go back to work, sure, but I wanna just work here, and see people more.
Sounds sad don’t it?
Meh, who knows, I’m done with writing for today, need sleep!
🙂 Peace and love and gooey stuff always.