Arrgh. Back to reality.
Why is Joburg so dank?
I mean, seriously – why is it like I'm sitting in some Cold War-riddled Soviet bloc, God, hello depression.
I mean my scarf is coming along like a peach and the colours are all multi and shit, but it's back to reality. And reality is exhausting. This constant “I'm gonna conquer the world anyway” attitude I've adopted is all very well, and it's working alright so far, but it's still a little demanding nonetheless. I have to drive and I have to do stuff. Which I'm doing, with crazy fervour. The stuff, not so much the driving.
Argh. Can something cool just happen soon please.