man i must be exhausted, i've slept for about 20 hours in one straight unbroken block, it actually feels good, i'm invigorated, batteries charged and ready to rock.
the other night i went to a bbq, drunk a lot of very good wine, ate a lot of tahini and salad, flirted with a lieutenant in the army
who was the only girl there who spoke good english but i think i was somewhat needing a spliff to relax, alcohol just don't work for me. anyways as soon as i mentioned 'mushrooms' she showed me her own tattoo which is a mushroom with an elf or some sort of pixie jumping over it. it was amazing, i wanted to eat it but i wasn't allowed.
later we stopped of at a moroccan family who where celebrating a moroccan tradition where they leave the door open for anyone to enter, the guests are offered a selection of sweet foods and the most exotic looking fruits i have ever seen but i was stuffed and couldn't eat anything at all, although a belly dancer fed me a creamy white looking substance that looked like the egg white stuff that makes a pavlova, i was feeling very sick at this point and we left.
then we stopped at my cousin who fixes me a scotch, perfect, i drink it like a shot and everyone laughs, 'one more for the road huh?' i say.