first week of february you'll find me in london. an impetuous ticket purchase that followed this logic as i was driving to work at 3am:
why do i work ungodly hours, sometimes overtime?
bc i need money.
but why do i need money if i'm living at home?
bc i need to put something into my savings account.
so what am i saving for?
...the future...?
that's a lame response.
is it?
yeah, go spend your money.
ok.
mexico, ecuador, uzbekistan, egypt i still love you. and 7 hour paris, too.
