I am just so frikking tired.

Last week was the first week at my new job. I love it! The people are great, the office is fun but people actually work (as opposed to my last job where everyone seemed to try their hardest to do as little as possible) and the work consists of basically trying to figure out what went wrong. It's like doing a puzzle all day long. I'm sure once I get the harder assignments it won't be as much fun but more frustrating but that is of future worry.

The only tiny hitch with this new job is the travel. Well that's not entirely true. I don't mind spending an hour on the train to get to a job I love. It's the frikking early hours that are killing me. I like sleeping. So I've been really tired whenever I got home this passed week. Hopefully though that's all a matter of getting used to it. Cos I'm definitely not giving up this job!

I live near a park. A very big park. A park that also has a football stadium. And rock-concerts. And festivals. Which means that I can want to go to sleep early on a Sunday night, but Kiss has different views about that. Seriously though..Kiss..who knew they were even still performing? Wait, isn't that the band with Gene Simmons, the guy with the massive tongue? Oh god, I'll have nightmares about being licked by Gene Simmons now.

Yesterday I had the worst hangover in a long time. Which was to be expected since the Netherlands trashed France in the Championship and nothing says I'm really happy about that more than downing 5 liters of beer. (That's probably an overstatement, but I'm not exactly sure) Be that as it may, this hangover was definitely not helped by Tokio Hotel sound checking. Androgynous 16 year-old Germans..what's not to like?

Hey. They're playing I Was Made For Loving You Baby. That's kinda cool. But still..

Dammit! I want to go to sleep!