October 12th 2019

Today my Dad accused me of treating their house like a hotel. And although it was inflammatory, it was not inaccurate. In recent times, I’m kind of just sleeping here, and coming and going whenever. And it’s amazing.

Every night this week I’ve been doing something different, and I’ve been doing it to excess. But it’s been a great week, and a great month to be fair. I’ve always got something to do, or someone to see, and I’m feeling really positive about my life at the moment.

With that comes a certain amount of hotel-ing. Life is basically like a long work trip right now. There’s some work that happens during the day, some socialising (with drinking) that happens at night, and then you sleep and do it all again in the morning. And inevitably you eat dinner out somewhere.

I’ve literally been on a work trip this week, and the other days have felt just the same.

Until tomorrow, I am tired though.


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