4:25 pm Sunday

I just woke up and forced myself out of bed. Oh God, do I feel like an anvile just got dropped on me whilst being buried neck deep in sand. This weekends timetable has consisted of:

Friday work from 7pm till 2:30 am Saturday. Got up again at 7 am to pee, waiting for my bloody landlord to show. (he was supposed to come at 9:00am, but that never happens, instead, 10:00am.) Had a sausage and egg muffin, hotcakes, and a medium coke for brekky (So good ) . Went to the Valley Markets and looked in some shops ( A rare treat, since I always JUST have enough for the essentials). Jake BOUGHT me some emily the strange undies set (the singlet and undies with the bones on them!) and a shirt. (ALAS! SOMETHING NEW! THIS IS A GOOD FEELING! [never happens]) I.L.Y JAKE! I also bought a set of 4 glasses and a set of 3 black mugs from life line for $3.50 ( BARGAIN) because I have no more glass cups, and I just liked the Black mugs

This followed by SG in the afternoon, a steak sandwich and a beer, then a big rush to work (the footy was on today) and i had an 18th to run with a guest list of 180 no good teenagers (ironic that I dislike most teenagers). that was a headache and a half. I spent 10 mins out of my first 15 min break getting a rather large and very drunk 18 yr old to sit down (and stopping him from crashing ontop of me).

Ok, instead of describing to you the details of work that night we're fast forwarding. Ok, finnished work at 1:00am, went to love cats in the valley, had a drink, had a dance, went home, had awesome sex, and woke up at 4:25pm this afternoon.

Now I think I'm just going to collapse. Good Night.