funky cold medina
14/09/2007
It’s been about two months since we landed up here, and we’ve sort of settled into some sort of routine.
We get back from dinner and I spend the evenings surfing, playing with the Wii or otherwise just lazing, and end up sleeping at about 1-2am. Just like old times.
Most days I get up frightfully late (sometimes 9.30am in a huff) and fly off in a tizzy to shower, dress and make KF drive me to the store. I typically get in past opening, most times Peat already has a couple of customers sitting at his little table.
That still doesn’t stop me from dodging around and heading out to breakfast, though. 
On days I actually take the bus, I’ve my Orange on hand, filled with my favourite tunes. It’s not an unpleasant ride.
At the store, I spend my downtime annoying everyone. From KF’s cousins Peat and Al, to the other workers, to Mighty Mouse.
I still eat far too much for dinner, and go right home and veg out. I still don’t work out, and get fat.
I guess there is more comfort in the similarities than the differences in life.
