Don’t mind the fact that I’m a terrible photographer.
I was admitted to a clinic for a sleep study once. At this point, I hadn’t slept for more than two consecutive hours in over two months.
I rescued a kitten, named Google-Burrito, from inside the wall panelling of my friends apartment. Turns out, there was a hidden stairwell behind that wall that the cat had found. Legend-of-Zelda-esque.
Sometimes, It gets cold out.
Apparently, “having a fag” means something different in England.