yea, so i've four sleeps to go. and i'm in the soon-not-to-be my loungeroom getting very random messages from people and generally just wanting to go out.
but, tomorrow is moving day. so i really should be in bed by now. or at least sorting my shit out. but where am i? here, kanyeshna.
today was a weird day. i woke up to a dead arm. i'd (obviously) been sleeping on it for hours and it was this strange limp limb that didn't look like it belonged to me. the kind you see in your half-sleep and have to manually move to a more comfortable position. so that was my wake up.
then i spent the morning* packing and, about five~ish, met the old man for a schooner (or five) at the napes. t'was grand to see him and have a proper dad~style philosophical un-emotive discussion bout all things me. but getting home afterwards/afterwords was severely UNmotivating.
but pack i did. and i can't/shan't complain about it, 'specially as it's nearly all done. but i also wont say i wasn't glad when sqodge texted me to meet him n jo at the pub. turned out i was meeting them and my "replacement", jemima. and her "bestie" amy. which was okay too.
however, it all went severly down hill went jo and i ventured to brunswick street for some chips. okay, you're right, souvlaki king was NOT the best idea at around 11.30 on a friday night. but i haven't done it for a while and had forgotten how atrocious it could be.
suffice to say, i've discovered how easy it is to simultaneously love and hate fitzroy.
g'night
xx
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