After the weekend I had, particularly the Saturday afternoon drinking binge I had with Langa before he left, I was a walking zombie yesterday.
I tried hard to hide my hangover from the man and he bought my story that I was just tired and drained out, it’s Monday afterall. I slept over at Naturena and as usual this morning he left me in bed at 3am, came back at 7am to take me to work. I don’t know why he doesn’t just let me take a taxi instead.
It’s going to 1pm and I’ve only spoken to him once since the morning. It’s unusual but he’s probably busy or something.