on holidays.

oh, these past four days have been spectacular.

spectacularly boring, in some cases, but in any case i haven't been working, and thus they have been spectacular.

so happy to be back in london, though. as much as i love my parents, i don't particularly enjoy living with them. plus, i don't know anybody to buy herb from back home anymore. it's really sad. i ended up smoking the dirtiest, shittiest weed... sick. and shameful.

but i do love being in the middle of nowhere for a while. sometimes the city is just too much. i miss having an untainted outdoors, someplace where i can go where there are no people, no power, no product placement... our cottage is a haven from the capitalist mode. to some extent. we do have three computers, a satellite dish, and a dishwasher, to be fair. (and two stoves and fridges) we're not exactly roughing it. but in a way we are. i guess?

i don't like christmas anymore. all that i need really is a few days off and some time with my family. i don't really care about presents much. (not to mention bottles and bottles of good wine and all the groceries i can buy. i love when my parents buy groceries and make me cook. cornbread chorizo stuffing, roasted garlic mashed with about 20 bucks' worth of reggiano, cauliflower with stilton sauce... dah!) christmas day was probably the most relaxed i've had in months. drank a bottle of cabernet, ate way too much turkey, and proceeded to pass out on the couch for about two hours.

and now i'm back at work, and the shock is intense, but i can handle it. i've got a book to read (I Am Charlotte Simmons, Tom Wolfe), i've got the vast time-wasting resources of the internet, and above all i don't have any studying that i should be doing.

and another (vastly-inappropriate) booty call for tonight seems to be in the cards.

all is well.

now all i need is to find a drug dealer that's still around here.