This month, the second one of this year, was not exactly a walk in the park. It felt more like a ten-k run through the jungle of London. No, it wasn't actually that bad. I guess there were ups and downs, but almost definitely more downs. But why be so negative, right? Yeah, let's be optimistic. So what, if I have to come home everyday into a run down and overpriced, partly psychopathic ex-council flat?
It's not all that bad. No, there's always something to smile about and be thankful for. These days it just takes me a while to think of it. Let's see. Perhaps be thankful for the adorable kid next door that screams bloody murder every single night, or perhaps the sweet lullaby of eardrum-piercing sirens at three in the morning on any given week day. So glad I have a window with absolutely no sound-proof qualities.
February, sweet February. This year you gave me so little sleep that you even brought an extra day, perhaps to enjoy twenty-four more hours of being pissed-off every single moment. But no, seriously. Let's look at some of the good things, too. Cha Cha was here and we went out to skate about four times. And one of them times I got questioned and profiled by some low-life policeman. Fabulous, fabulous, February.
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