This morning I woke up to the broken wash machine dance again. I swear they are a cult. They chant and stomp for hours and hours, the same thing over and over again. They start around 9 in the morning and sometimes don’t finish until 12 at night. It is the most annoying thing ever, worse than Lewis. They make the whole apartment building shake. I can’t believe it hasn’t collapsed yet.
Paolo came over and made me dinner. He bought me a huge chocolate egg. Like a foot tall! I got to smash it, so much fun. More friends came over after dinner and we played this weird hand drinking game. We were cracking up so bad. Then I taught them zip bong and I was laughing so hard wine was coming out my nose. That is probably the funniest and most evil drinking game.

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