everybody is like fucking at home!

I'm going to describe a standard weekend at home so that you can have an idea of the environment which surrounds me here in London:

Friday afternoon
I leave home to go to work at the restaurant.
My flatmates are preparing to leave to party (bastards!).

Saturday morning
I leave home to go to work at the gallery.
At the very moment I'm having my cereals my flatmates and their friends arrive from some club to continue their party-weekend at home.

Saturday evening
I go back home after an standing-up day at the gallery.
The party is still going on. The difference is that the ones who remain awake are sort of having sex with each other. The floor of the flat is all drugs and people lying stoned.
I think I can take refuge in my bedroom when two guys ask me for it to... have sex, of course!
I move to Rafa's bedroom with my computer and start writing in the blog while Sodom and Gomorrah takes place in the rest of the house.

I feel like a celibate journalist reporting from the middle of a sexual war.