I’m only awake now because I’m too used to waking up at half past six on workdays. A mug of Hong Kong milk tea (made with condensed milk for extra creaminess) has always been my weekend comfort food, but I ran out of loose leaves a few weeks ago. Usually, I sit at my desk and write after breakfast, finishing off the tea from breakfast, but instead I’ll be going to my music for inspiration.

I’ve run into a string of good music lately, or maybe I’ve just been hearing things in a different way. None of my playlists seem relevant again. More details when I have more time.

It’s good to be sober.