I am not eating right. For a free, all-you-can-eat buffet almost constantly available, I seem to be unable to eat anything. I get up late, so I eat breakfast at about 10:30 to eleven o’clock. Lunch is server an hour later, but I’m not hungry, so I don’t eat anything by the time it ends. I get peckish around six o’clock when the beach restaurant is shutting down. Then dinner at seven o’clock is when I’m most likely to eat my next meal. If things are interesting, I’ll miss the midnight buffet when it ends at two in the morning.
Did I mention I’m a touch hungry right now.
After dinner there were parties. I hung out with interesting people and beautiful women. I learned a new, fun, technique for taking pictures in nightclubs. I watched people snort cocaine for the first time. I did karaoke. I had nice conversations with old friends and new.
For instance, I might be getting this wrong because his accent is sometimes hard to follow, but my roommate thinks he is in love. It’s that beautiful girl I met the day before halloween that seemed to like me to. I had been sensing it for awhile, especially when he didn’t sleep in his bed last night. And then there was the mood lighting in our room late this evening.
I’m supposed to be happy for him, aren’t I?