I haven’t started to write the date in an American way yet, but I am saying soccer involuntarily, 57 days and I’m a new man.
This is me; I still haven’t got my haircut – instagrammed beautifully by Kristian.
Candela found a future me in her English textbook, which is to be viewed here:
I really cannot remember doing anything interesting. I carried on my Football Manager season in which I have played over sixteen human days. That’s 384 hours of my life. I’m pretty sure I just festered in my room until I had to coach.
Actually, I skyped with Leo for an hour. We danced to Starry Eyed Surprise by Paul Oakenfold. I made sure I printscreened it for you all.
This is weird:
Enough procrastination. Next day will be more interesting I promise/hope.