I was warned before hand that I was going to grow fat here.
Warned by many people. But…
Food here’s too expensive, so I eat considerably less.
Entertainment’s hard to come by — things you can do here are limited.
Without a car, and without a propensity to spend my cash, sports appears my only respite from boredom.
Less food, more exercise.
I, grow fat?
Sounds tough to me.
Oh, and being in a constant state of love-sickness doesn’t help either.
God help me — the girls here have a way of grabbing your heart, twisting it with teases and lies and seduction that lead to nowhere.