no coffee, no cigarettes, no time, gin fizz tasted like toothpaste and the screwdriver watery, cryptic ims, brother disappeared without a trace, self treated like a fifteen year old boy, no-one updates blogs except clublife, one more invitation to orkut, no-one appreciates new red skirt, also saw edible thongs for work (not that kind of work and its too long an explanation for now), and they're all made with pepperminty candy things which taste like chalk, four more days to waddle through, and horribly distasteful people coming for lunch on sunday.
but it turned cloudy and the ham salad was good. the day wasn't a total loss.
ambivalence describes my attitude towards tomorrow.