Seriously praying to divine voodoo spirits that I don’t have any 9 am classes next semester. Because otherwise I have to keep getting early trams/trains/trains/buses. And it’s a completely different experience in the early morning. Often i’ll sleep in and miss my first tram by a whisker, but I say no fuck it and desperately run all the way to the next stop to catch it only to get on and its full- like suited sardines, everyone grumpy, everyone evidently uncomfortable. So many loud phone calls to the office despite said office being bloody two stops away.
I’m much more of a 10am kinda guy - that perfect hour when everyone takes a booth for themselves, glancing around and smiling, letting our rib cages expand to diameters that we couldn’t dream of 3 hours earlier.
Some people keep suggesting I get my license, or move closer to clayton, but really I’m happy to just fantasize about a sweet-ass timetable oww yeah
my personal version of hell is being in a rapidly cooling bath with an even colder environment out of it.
If you wanna party with immature 18 year old me for the last time ever head to the night cat in fitzroy on Friday night! Or text me as we’ll probs move to the city or Brunswick afterwards :)