Recovery

I woke up this morning to a photo of an Indian family staring at me and the smell of curry. "What even happened last night?" I thought as flashes of absurd memories kept popping up in my head.

I spent the morning cleaning up last night's fun and puke.. Most of the day was spent trying to recover.

I got my work schedule for PP, and i'm happy to see I received a good amount of hours this coming up week.

All of us went to the cinema to see the latest Bourne film in the evening, which was pretty good, although too sexist and cheesy for my taste.