March Twenty Seventh, the Year of the Apocalypse

The day has passed by quickly with a death run in the morning. 2.4 sucks so much, bloody miserable. I sing, I don't run. I wanted to take some photos of the corridor I've walked for the past 17 years of my life. I won't be seeing it much any more since the new lift just at my door is FINALLY in operation.

+ I AM ESTATIC ABOUT MY TRIP TO ITALY

some photos from lonely planet for me to get even more hyped up