A personal reflection on my journey in the pursuit of meaning

the hungover eve

Tuesday 24th December ’24

We woke up at my friend’s house after the party. I helped him clean up and got dropped back home by another mate. I was so fucking hungover and sleep-deprived today. I met my mum, who told me I had to go to the beauty parlour to help out. Today would be one of the busiest days of the year due to Christmas Eve.

So I went to the parlour in Uxbridge and helped to man the till there the whole day. I tried to sort out my phone contract as I got another number, and being on call with them was pretty frustrating. I stayed there till 6 p.m. which was closing time, and came home and literally slept without even having any dinner.

I know it’s a pretty dead day, but I think this entry reflects how fried I was today.

Anyway, tomorrow is Christmas, and this will be the first festival this journal will write about. Wow, that’s so exciting. I will see you guys tomorrow.