I feel like a 14 year old that cat-napped in class! Except I didn't really get caught... Too many pupils to keep an eye on.

A whole month has passed since I came back from my trip. A WHOLE MONTH!? Where did it go? What did I do? And why am I so tired already again?

Well, I had a little time to recover from my shock of being back in cold London and then - surprise surprise - I went straight into a new project: Another bar opening. You should think that by now I should be able to do it without loosing myself in work, but no; life is not that nice. So yet again I am working for the big boys making them money. It's not all bad, but it doesn't give me a lot of motivation towards myself.
I have however learned from the last opening. For those of you out there who know, what that did to me: Don't worry, I won't ever be that stupid again. My hours are realistic and I do eat, sleep and have a little fun once in a while.

But the spreadsheets are calling me again. So I bid you good night.