It's Friday night and here I am. Not at the pub. Not out with friends. Not listening to loud music or serving drinks.
Home. It's quiet. I can hear my upstairs neighbour tramp around in his apartment and a party scene some windows down the street. The occasional car drives by and it's very lightly raining. And my fingers pounding away on the keyboard.
I'm not used to it being this quiet - but I like it.
Home. It's quiet. I can hear my upstairs neighbour tramp around in his apartment and a party scene some windows down the street. The occasional car drives by and it's very lightly raining. And my fingers pounding away on the keyboard.
I'm not used to it being this quiet - but I like it.
