Goddammit I mean seriously. I’m in a new town, doing fulfilling work. I’m meeting people. I’m learning how to write properly, and I’m writing good stuff, and I’m developing as a writer, and I’m just sort of generally living the dream. Broke all the time, but that’s no big deal. Why do I still feel bad about myself? this makes no sense to me
fun drinking game: drink a glass of water every few hours to stay healthy and hydrated!
Watching Satantango is the best seven and a half hours you’ll ever spend.
In the interest of adding some laughs to everyone’s day, here’s Tobias dressed as a mole fighting George Michael in a jetpack.