What the F am I doing?

So. Sunday. I've been rather productive I must say. Applied for accommodation in Tokyo, found out that the guy who was supposed to go with me is no longer going, thereby inducing some slight panic attacks on my side, cycling, mobility etc. And a couple of hours nap.

So another day goes by. . . .

Tomorrow is gym at 8.30am - AGAIN! Why, oh, why do I keep doing that to myself?

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