Drifty Floaty
...is roughly my mental status at the current time. I feel like I'm high on paint stripper fumes. But no. Again it's the lack of sleep.
But despite the drug high parallels, I feel alright. I feel good. I have a place, I have a home. I have something other than a park bench and a leeching permit off my parents.
Yes folks, for those who haven't heard, Alex H and I have secured ourselves a cosy little nook in Hughes, a second-floor unit that is literally about thirty seconds' walk from where I grew up. To be precise, it's in the same apartment block.
Moving day is Saturday the 29th of November, so for those of you who will be around then, extra muscles and/or cars to help us move would be greatly appreciated. Let it be noted that all males are expected to work without shirts, with the exception of John, who has requested that he be allowed instead to dispense with his pants...
but enough of that...
At any rate, life looks like it's settling. More later.
Ciao bellas,
Ning
