This weekend's been rough as fuck;
Up at eight a.m. on Friday, trekked to college, trekked home, cleaned my house, trekked fruitlessly to the city centre and back again, hosted a bangin' house party, slept 3 a.m. to 7 a.m., did an eight hour shift of cleaning up after beauticians, came home, passed out.
Hence looking rough as two rough things in this booth.
Not Boothed in a few days. It has been a hectic few days.This one's from my 17th a couple of nights ago. I won't go into detail, but I will say time slowed down for me and all of those pictured outside ended up watching Lord of the Rings at two in the morning.
Decided to Double Booth because this finally arrived in the post.
It's a good thing to do, if you think you can. It is a bit scary. No one wants to have to face their own mortality and make descisions about what you want done with your body after you die, espescially at our age. But if you think about it, signing up for this or whatever equivalent you have in your country, you can help people avoid that feeling on a far larger, far more frightening level.
Incidently, I chose to donate all of my organs and tissues. Though why anyone would want my skanky fingertips, I do not know.
