What a drag it is getting old...

I'm a year older now... but my age is classified information... sorry.
What a drag it is getting old, indeed. Especially if you can't celebrate the way you want.

I had to work on Friday, of course, and all the Brazilians congratulated me, which was pretty nice. I got home and started charging and smoking. 'Smoking and charging'. I was dying to meet my friends online and found Adri, alright. I think we must have typed three sentences each and my conection just went dead, and it stayed like this until now. The whole fucking weekend without internet was a drag. I kept listening to music and doing a bailinho in the kitchen, charging until 4am. It would have been good if I hadn't had to work the next day. I only start working at 1pm but I have to tell you that I thought twice about going. As my situation there isn't the best I decided to go. I looked terrible. I felt terrible. I got to the cafe and Andrea asked me 'what happened to you?' so you can pretty much imagine how hung-over I looked.

I worked in the front, just as Friday. I pretty much did everything I could, trying to find what to do even if there was nothing left to do.
Paula had made reservations at Babalou, a place here in Brixton, for 7:30pm. She would invite some friends of hers, as all my friends wouldn't be able to make it for whatever reason.
I left the cafe at 8:10pm and I stank. I had B.O. and you would be able to fry all the full English breakfast out of my hair. I just needed to go home and have a shower, which delayed me in 45 minutes.
I got to the place at 9:30pm and it was pretty cool. It's good to know that there's a place to have drinks apart from the stinking pubs around here. The thing is that everyboby left at 10:30 pm and the ones who stayed wanted to have cake in the house at 11pm. And I can't smoke in the house, as you already know.
We had cake and I watched some TV afterwards. What a drag.
I pretty much stayed at home the whole Sunday.
My friend Ricardo came from Poa for 10 days and I'm definitely meeting him this week.
My friend Junior arrived in Poland on Friday to study for sometime. I'm definitely meeting him in March! I miss him very much...

Another birthday. My first in the winter time, but pretty mild I must say. No celebrations. No booze in bars. No smoke in the house.
What a drag indeed...