I’ve gotta get myself a Russian visa…

I’ve also got to determine a place to go to on the 11th of July. Berlin, perhaps.

Em and her dad are hitting up Germany in the next few weeks, so I’ll most likely go along. Maybe a week early.

I’m still feeling homesick, in a weird way. It’s probably because I don’t know what to do at the moment, so just going home sounds very tempting. Then again, it’s mostly the food that I miss… I think?

Fuck it. I don’t know. I don’t really care. Blah blah blah. I’m not even sure what I’m saying.

Anyway. Tallinn’s still nice. The sun never sets here now. It’s pretty trippy. Really buggers up your body clock. It can be 11:30pm before you realise it and then you’re still not tired.

There’s still so many Australians around here. It’s kinda funny.

I’m gonna make cheese and salami toasted sandwiches now. I might have a beer, too. Rockin’.



I saw Gus today. Trippy.

I also sold some more tickets to Winesoc’s first dinner. We sold out. Even more trippy.

Uni’s already boring, yet I intend to force myself to accomplish my work. As long as I sit down to do it I’ll be ok. I think.

I don’t want to work tomorrow or Friday night. I don’t have a choice. Things are looking up.

Some silly Winesoc member hasn’t gotten back to me about the two tickets I’ve reserved them. How rude. I’ll have to bust their chops.