Memo Log

On the train to Victoria hearing all about the people that other people know. Some woman who’s married to a man who’s 2 weeks younger than her eldest son. Darkness. This coach smells of piss and I’ve not slept since yesteryear. I’m trying not to fall asleep. 2:30pm feels like it should be 5pm. Take off @ 10:55pm where I’ll be so fucking disorientated I’m going to be spazzing out by the time I arrive @ 9pm. How can we sleep after being on a plane for 14 hours? I’ve only just got the RyanAir bug out of my own veins and now I’ve got to inject the SIA recycled air back in. It’d be great if you had 2 seats to yourself like we all desire whenever we step foot on transport. I wish my brother was coming to Malaysia with me – someone who can secretly laughing with me at the highly amusing moments. I want to fall asleep and have just realised my camera battery will probably be dead by now.