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Saturday, March 25, 2006
I should be getting up in 10 minutes ,but seeing as I have woken up 2 hours earlier than expected, I doubt I'll be able to slip back to sleep.
Still have some bit of packing to do. What does it mean when I'm more excited about the monotonous coach ride to the airport than the flight itself. I will miss my bad habits that I have honed into an artful routine- wakeup,smoke,change,school,smoke,(maybe lunch), computer,smoke,music, drink, smoke (food slips in somewhere). Back home it will be a new, healthier routine that I know,will sap the life out of me. For starters I'll have to cut down on my cancer sticks, run around the NIE track (maybeI can sneak one in here), and limit my alcky intake to twice a week.
Looking down at my suitcase I notice a trend in the clothes I have lovingly chucked ino it. Black, White, Navy, Black, White, Navy. At this rate I'm well prepared for a) a funeral, b) enlistment into the navy, c) a job in a restaurant. I sigh at the thought of having to lift my body weight down the precarious flight of stairs. There's a voice in my head chiding me to have a smoke, I need it it says and I resist the urge. Then I realise that I am weak and light up.
Before I forget, Eve's party last night was good. The food was great, the company hilarious, it was the best fun I've had in some time and I wasn't even drunk.
Anyway, the 10 minutes is up.
See you in Singapore.
Still have some bit of packing to do. What does it mean when I'm more excited about the monotonous coach ride to the airport than the flight itself. I will miss my bad habits that I have honed into an artful routine- wakeup,smoke,change,school,smoke,(maybe lunch), computer,smoke,music, drink, smoke (food slips in somewhere). Back home it will be a new, healthier routine that I know,will sap the life out of me. For starters I'll have to cut down on my cancer sticks, run around the NIE track (maybeI can sneak one in here), and limit my alcky intake to twice a week.
Looking down at my suitcase I notice a trend in the clothes I have lovingly chucked ino it. Black, White, Navy, Black, White, Navy. At this rate I'm well prepared for a) a funeral, b) enlistment into the navy, c) a job in a restaurant. I sigh at the thought of having to lift my body weight down the precarious flight of stairs. There's a voice in my head chiding me to have a smoke, I need it it says and I resist the urge. Then I realise that I am weak and light up.
Before I forget, Eve's party last night was good. The food was great, the company hilarious, it was the best fun I've had in some time and I wasn't even drunk.
Anyway, the 10 minutes is up.
See you in Singapore.
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