What’s Vacation
My mom walks in around seven in the morning yelling at me to get up, like I’d somehow overslept. I’m barely awake and confused, so I just tell her I’m on vacation, and she leaves. But of course I can’t fall back asleep after that. So I end up at the computer working on the website. Then breakfast. Then listened to some music. Then back at the computer. Nothing really happened.
Yesterday was the same until Mille came by. We filmed some stuff with the camera—nothing serious, just messing around—and then he left. After that I spent the whole evening working on an MP3 list, which sounds simple but actually isn’t. I had to type everything in manually. Tedious work.
Now I’m just seeing what the rest of the day brings.