i'm bushed.
it's been several days now surviving on too little sleep and too much activity, scrambling around, dodging cars and city jams and tricky clients and sister's wedding plans and friends and pressing commitments colliding together. to top it off, my ration of coffee, water, proper food and internet has also been intermittent.
today was the clincher though. multiple trips in and out of the city, illegal u-turns and a colleague's punctured tyre really took its toll. god bless 15 minute power naps tho. then at 12.45am, i find out my car's been leaking brake fluid, and there's a rat of some sort living in my airconditioner (in the house, not the car).
yet, while all this is going on, at the back of my head, behind the thousand other things jostling for my attention, there is a worry and dread that overshadows all the other shit that's around now. it feels as if i'm holding my breath underwater, for how long, i don't know...
random asides :-
- i am so shite at finding my way around the city
- spending money is hard, especially when time and ability to obtain more money is finite
- watching videos of hot chicks projected on a 5x5 foot surface in your bedroom is f*cking awesome
- wedding singers/bands are f*cking weird people
- how is it that hare krishnas maintain their vegan diet and alcohol abstinence and still manage to seem so happy??
another long day tomorrow. at least i've got dinner and drinks on the company's expense to look forward to.