Everything is a bit better this week. I’ve been doing some proofreading and am trying to get into that and copy-writing as I’m having trouble with English teaching. The main problem being that it takes me a good four hours after I wake up to communicate to anyone really. I recall falling asleep in a conversation class once. Or maybe I shouldn’t tell anyone that. Also I’m writing for a couple of magazines.
I want to work as a copy-writer especially because I will be able to have the following conversation every day:
“What are you doing here?”
“Working. I’ve lived here a year and a half.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a writer.”
“Really? What do you write?”
“Oh, menus, tourist notices, washing instructions, that sort of thing.”
We had two parties too, but there always seems to be a fucking party going on, so big deal. The only big thing is Hamish leaving the house in 2 days, the end of an era.