I am sitting down at the desk where i work with glazed eyes and dehydrated like nothing else. At 11.45 this morning I miraculously woke up and started freaking out because I start work at 12. Somehow the trek to school which usually takes 40 minutes only took 30 and I arrived exactly 15 minutes late smelling like alcohol and sweat because I hadn't showered.
This sux.

Yesterday Ellen Alien @ Brancaleone. It was probably more packed than the 64 bus on weekdays at 7pm. Olga kept freaking out, she said there would be so many people and we might not get in. After accidentally missing the bus stop we walked for about 30 minutes through the suburbs of Rome and finally reached Branca. Of course before we could see it all we saw for miles was the line of people trying to get in and failing. Lucky me, if you're on the list you don't wait and you don't pay.

get a long island ice tea, this is after drinking half a bottle of vodka on the bus. I was still sober so I made the mistake of getting another.
You know, when you think back and are like 'there... that was the end, that was just it.' My god. This bartender actually put in 90% rum.

Whatevers, it was fun. Got hit on by a lesbian, ran away.

Friday night was 'everybody and their mothers.' I have never been in a room with so many people that I know in Rome. awkward.

Okay I have to stop. I feel so shitty.