Sep 28, 2011
I feed my pain with more Curry-wurst and sit around the hostel lobby with no agenda and no mates. At around midnight the attendant tells me they're closing and you can't sit in the place from half twelve until seven am. This is nonsense, as only the other day I was still tapping on the keys at five. He's clearly taken a dislike to me and is being a Nazi jobsworth. I then ruin my back lying on the hard hall way carpet with drunk people stepping over me until the early hours. Then I watch porn and go to bed. My life is complete.