Probably the most successful weeks of the one project for so far. I went on a date, that sadly I an only remember the first part of, but what I do remember was fun and also it ended with a kiss. I, if I'm honest don't understand how I was even walking around functioning kind of like a normal person, I drank so much alcohol. So much alcohol to me is anything more than three pints. I say normal, I remember savagely eating my housemates cheesecake with my other housemate at 2a.m. Although when it's 3a.m and your in a bin for the fifth night in a row you do kind of have to question what you're doing with your life. I suppose I've just come to the conclusion that nothing matters, this doesn't matter.
I'm not feeling so enthused about the project anymore, I have lots of marking to do, but as with everything in my life, I'm easily bored. I am going to keep with it though.
I also got a fortune cookie, it said I was going to fall in love.
What now? I don't know, lots of night shifts, they always leave my brain on edge. Oh yeah I'm on Tinder now, I forgot that I signed up to in the early hours yesterday. Hours of fun just sliding there faces away - NOPE... Maybe minutes, not hours.
I'm feeling tired anyway. I've got a dayshift tomorrow then back to nights, so I might make more effort to make this a more interesting read. But probably not. I'm quite content with being alone and maybe that's all I needed to learn from this. Over and out.
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