Day Seven: Week One
I had yet another one of those days where I didn’t really do anything. I still don’t have a clue what the fuck I’m doing; period. The internet is still wonky and we don’t have a desk or printer, but my dad’s colleague did print out that application for me which I promptly didn’t fill out. Now I need to go to sleep because I need to get up early tomorrow morning to procure for myself a Russian hat. The fur kind. The kind with the hammer and sickle. Yes, that kind. Fuck yes.