I love the comedown after a constructive Monday after a realisational Sunday after a soaked Saturday after an empty Friday night.
I watched The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert on Friday night, knowing I'd have to be up early on Saturday. Which I did, to find that the Allan Webb Adventure, an event hosted by my Residence Hall, was going to be soggy and cold. Saturday night consisted of the AWA awards, held at Die Taphuis. And on Sunday I met Gid for the first time, to have lunch, and sat in my room shell-shocked by the ominous approach of my deadline date. Today I printed the first few projects for my portfolio. And now I can breathe out.
I'm loving hanging with my Lucifer. She's so silly, shares my humour. It relates a lot to my previous post - I feel incredibly lucky to know her and call her my friend.
On Saturday I happened across Brian, whose 21st birthday it was. His friends had tarred and feathered him - well, golden syrup'd and feathered him. Happy birthday you crazy drunk sticky person.
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