Nothing has happened. I’m still on vacation. Jesus, I don’t know how Europeans do it. In America, we don’t have vacations… at least, we don’t have mandatory time off. When you first get a job, you only get something like 5 days off… but if I recall, they cannot be used consecutively. I’ve been on summer break for almost 2 months.
It doesn’t help that most of my friends knew this would happen and so they’ve been going on trips. Nerd is in Cape Town. Snooker went to Istanbul. Deyn was in Paris but is on his way to Vienna now. Only Ark is in town, but he’s directing his series that got picked up, so I’m just kind of sitting here on my own.
My ex-co-worker Lisa decided to move into my condo, so it’ll be nice because she was my work bestie. I always thought it was kind of amusing. I hadn’t had a work friend in so long… I mean, years. I’d forgotten what that was like. You know, at first I thought it was funny… but then something clicked in my brain… I’m not in my twenties anymore.
Fun fact, I’m only 18 months away from 40 years old. Some of you have been reading me since I was 16, so I know that might come as big a shock to you as it came to me. I’m not really too concerned about it because I’m going to be who I’m going to be, but I’m finally starting to clue in to the fact that I don’t have endless reserves of energy (not that I ever really did, but it was a nice illusion).
Tuesday I start work, and then we shall see exactly what I have gotten myself into. Until then, I’m just trying to stop from going crazy.