FIRST POST.

I need to organize my suitcase. Correction, I feel the urgency to do it.

I’ve got a suitcase, a Mac, and some money. I have a life as well. Might not be this, but I know I’ve got one.

My suitcase is a mess. Gender-less clothes twisted and mixed. Some hygiene products. A pair of gloves.  There’s a perfume bottle inside on of the gloves.

I wear perfume every fucking day. I haven’t washed my clothes for a month now, so perfume is quite elemental.

I’m folding a printed dress that I bought in Le Marais very neatly. Once I’m done, I’ll take a nap. I’ve been feeling so tired lately. Is like, it’s too cold. And I don’t quite know how to carry on a normal routine at this point. So when a free afternoon comes around, I just feel like sleeping, and let the time pass by.

I could go out for a walk, but to do it alone is not quite fun. And the cold wind would turn it into a real drag.

No. I’m just gonna sleep. Well. There are no sheets on the bed, since they’re washing them for the actual owner of the room I’m staying in. She’s coming back tonight, so I have to move to a different room. But I still want to sleep. So I’ll put my coat on, and I’ll cuddle on the floor, on the rug. Like a pet.

I can’t believe how tempted I am over that idea. Sleeping on the floor.

Did Shona got my message? She’s such a nice girl.

I’d love her to come with me. There’s shopping I need to do. I’d be easier if it wasn’t this cold.

Will I have to go to London? Where the fuck am I going now? If there’s no answer in the next few days, I’ll just go home. I long for home. A suitcase is not a home. And my suitcase is a mess.

At least I can say it’s all kind of fun. Isn’t it?

I’m almost done. Yeah, nap time. I like the whole “cat sleeping on the rug” feel of this. I’m such a weirdo sometimes.