Birthday aftermath. Woke up in urine and blood. But it was worth to crawl through this birthday bashing thing. And outstanding, my co-worker, Kayo san, surprised me with a lovely sweet cake – not just metaphorical. Today is a mess, putting myself together again and remind me constantly not to drive boozed, a shame I didn´t break something. Just yesterday I got the info I can let remove my platter, to celebrate I kissed the street again. How stupidly destructive I am, still with 38. I won´t get old enough to answer this.
