So my friend suddenly has a surprise week of extra vacation.
First Monday I got to work at my internship. It was… a Monday, alright. What more is there to say? I get home, have dinner, mail someone, get a message. A message? That friend, if I wanted to join him on a terrace, watch the sunset. An offer like that is hard to decline, so off I went. The disclaimer on my should-be bed-time was mandatory, I wouldn’t want to sleep less than my usual hours right before my fourth day of internship.
I thought I’d be home in time to still have half an hour or so to write a post here before my bedtime rituals. Oh how wrong I was. Still, by the time I’m done here I likely won’t have wasted more than a half hour of sleep. Could be worse. Not to mention I got inspired and came up with a fun premise to write about (even though the premise means nothing (^: ), so I’d very much call it “worth”.
Is this what adulthood is supposed to feel like, or does the internship not count?