I’m on my way to the airport to fly to London. Sitting on the bus feels a little strange, probably because I used to take the bus to the airport a lot before, either to visit or to pick up the ex-girlfriend. But it’s been almost five months now and the memories of her are fading. Soon I’ll associate sitting on the bus to the airport with businesstrips. Not that much fun and the potential of getting laid is certainly slimmer, but that’s life.

I’d love to go somewhere for pleasure for once. OK, that probably came out all wrong, what I meant was that it would be nice to go on a non-business-trip, a vacation. A weekend in London would be nice. A year in Brazil would be even better.

But before all that, I’ll need something to eat. First things first.

This entry was an accident.