Crazy

I've been working like an overworked Indonesian these past few weeks it's not even funny.

I haven't had time to catch up with Amber or Dimples. Or to talk to my dad. Or even see Emmet [not that it matters - I'll talk about that a little bit later].

The only people I've been in contact with are people at Uni. Translation; Jewel and the crew, Iris and my new classmates for this semester.

It was that crazy that I stopped going clubbing altogether. I've been sober for eighteen days now.

I'm back to watching movies, going for long drives and having long chill-out sessions at coffee shops with my friends.

I'm back to people-watching and my stress level had gone way up I've started chain-smoking.

I know, I know, it's not good. Especially since Dana Reeve died of lung cancer and she didn't even smoke.

The irony of life, eh?

Anyway, on Tuesday, we watched Pink Panther. It was hilarious.

Though Steve Martin is not a comedy genius, Pink Panther was awesome. The accent, the plot, even Jean Reno was classic.

I guess it's true what they say, you really won't have a social life when you work in hospitality.

I hardly ever see my parents and I live with them. When I finish work, I literally just pass out. I get a grand total of five hours sleep every day.

Then drag my ass to work at seven-thirty. I finish at twelve-thirty then go to uni for a few hours for my lectures and tutorials then come back to work at five-thirty til twelve thirty at night.

I only get one day off a week and that is allotted for uni. So really, I don't get a day off.

Imagine how I'll be doing this for the next thirty years of my life.

Somehow, the thought doesn't scare me as much.