At 2.30 pm, after four hours of frenzied working, I ran off to home. I had finished all of the work that had to be done exactly at the deadline I had set for myself. Four hours I had planned to work, and within four hours it was done. All that was left was a mad dash to the station (I set a fucking record, too, 9 and a half minutes! I was totally out of breath when I got there) to catch the train home just in time.
I was totally fedup and just wanted to go home. Olli had been cleaning the house so I returned to a clean house. That’s always good of course! We watched some TV and snuggled a bit, and at 6 Derek dropped by. Went to the snackbar for a bite and got us some beer, and in the end we had a cosy evening with talks, weed and beer. It’s been a while since I smoked pot – not since Werchter (that was fucking JUNE, people!), so the combination of pot and Hoegaarden beer (to stay in the Wechter spirit, teehee!) hit me rather hard. I was all smiley and sleepy.
I ended up in bed at 1 am already. Damn that pot. Oh, and damn corporate bedtimes, too. But we had fun and it was great, a warm and cosy evenin
g. Just got up an hour ago (corporate bedtimes, mmm?) and Derek and I are playing around online for a bit. Today I wont do much, I think… a bit of cleaning, a bit of laundry.
I hope the dude from the youth hostel in Leuven has replied already. It would kinda suck if we couldnt stay there.
cos we’re ambitious
October 11th, 2003