Yet here I am, hanging about for a week because of New Year. Should be a good night out, really.

Right now, I’m still at the hostel. It’s pouring down outside and the thunder and lightening keeps scaring the shit out of me. Two of my friends went to the market about an hour ago. It sucks to be them, being in Owino in this weather. I’m going tomorrow, instead. I need clothes since I’m too fat to fit any of my own stuff. How depressing.

Off to an Irish pub in a bit. My life’s boring at the minute.