Eight

Today has been very, very strange.

It started out with the McDonald's incident and after that I was suppose to phone dad but managed to get through to a person named Jonas. I do not know which Jonas that was, and still do not, but his number was indeed in my phone for some reason. He said hi, and I said bye.

Awkward.

After that I had crisps for breakfast, worked for a couple of hours and started feeling like a big pile of horseshit. I fell asleep for 30 minutes, bending over with my face on the keyboard. Afterwards my boss asked me if I had been sleeping and I said no. He said that I, for some reason, had the keyboard printed on the right side of my face and asked if it was just a coincidence.

Awkward.

After that I fell asleep again, this time on the other side of my face. Needless to say, I look like a mess.

I think I am just lacking sleep so bad that my body does not know what to do with me any more.

And here are me and two of my housemates at a street party just now, outside our house.

Yeah, you heard me. God - I am so bad at being good sometimes.