Earlier in the week I spent the whole night in a Soho members-only club. Last night I got trapped in the mosh pit at the antifolk festival. Both evenings ended on the highly entertaining nightbus. I love it; I make so many new …. friends.
I’m supposed to go out again shortly but really, am I too tired for another London all nighter? Or perhaps just too … lazy?
If I do go out, I have to decide what to wear and I’m not used to thinking about that. Life is so treacherous!
Countdown: ten days til real life resumes!