Tired thus bullshitting nonsensically........

Although it was supposedly a "short" week due to the PH in mid-week, but ironically, this PH might have turned the rest of the working days into longer ones.


I AM TIRED. EXTREMELY TIRED.


I can barely keep my eyes open!! Thought I was up to it... so though I finished my meeting at 7pm ( it's a friday.. meaning I WAS SUPPOSED to end work at 530pm), i went for some drinks.. even before the clock struck twelve, my "stepmother" of sleep was hollering at me... I can barely keep my eyes open.........

But NO... I had to make this fantastical decision to join the rest at O Bar, just cos Paul decided to let me drive his Kangoo.. which is manual by the way. Fate tempted me, I decided driving a manual car... FINALLY... definitely beats sleeping hands down. So there I went..

No stalling of engines... everything was fine.. but when I got off the car, I realised. My left leg almost cramped up!! Clutch Clutch!! A pedal which I have not stepped on in yrs.... you really got my left leg there..


Me and Wens.. 2 aging women... sitting on the couch at O Bar... lookin and feeling really tired. After 2 over hours of "trying to enjoy ourselves", we decided.. nothing will make us happier than sleep. So we dragged Kit and Paul home. Paul was pissed high... so I get to drive again.. When I got home.. Paul dear decided that he needed to rest before he shuttles himself home. So I left him downstairs. When I got outta my shower.. he was still there.. Now he is over at Kit and Wen's .. no way he could have made it home.

All these "intriguing" and once in a blue moon events occurred cos ... I DIN DRIVE MY CAR TODAY.

Mummy was so shocked that she called me. YES.... I don't think I will do that again soon... No sense of empowerment.. cabs are not my cup of tea either..


Oh ya.. tired. Yes I am still very so so so tired. Damn it.. I can hold a conversation.. then I fall asleep.. rather.. I slurred the conversation into sleep mode. Literally. FUCK. Beat that.

Maybe cos my lashes are too heavy for my puny eyelids... damn.. or whichever reasons.. work is somehow finding its way into my dreams.. I can't rem shit.. but seems like work was lingering in my dreams.. somehow somewhere...


I NEED SLEEP... but then again.. sleep = dreaming of work. WHAT SHALL I DO..... maybe...


I NEED #$%$*^*&^*$%&*&*(&*......................................................................


Don't ask me. I have no idea wat's that.