it’s 1:30am on a friday morning and i’m wide-awake - like a 5 year old on red bull. oi. save my hyperactive ass.

rhodes is a bad place to be sober. sam, kish and i went out tonight (to get into the vibe of tri-varsity) and because it’s shraavan (hindu holy month) none of us were drinking (yes, we were stone sober… J). i can honestly say that it was one of the most painful nights i’ve had out. no really… flat boring… not a pithering of emotion – not even irritation with all the drunken rhodents falling all over the place, nada, niks, nothing, bugger-all.

am i turning into an old lady?