So I should be sleeping or packing my bags or putting mopiko on my mosquito bites, but there’s many swirlythoughts in my mind now that cannot be put in words. I’m tired but I can’t sleep. Over the past few weeks, I’ve realised that 1. I don’t express myself very well 2. can do with very little sleep 3. have a cousin who loves me to bits and will make me stand in front of the garden to take a picture with flowers (verycornystuff) as if I’m on the way to prom.

I’m hungry and I want to drive C’s car to murnies and make G pee in his pants.