I’m sitting in the office waiting for Monkey to knock off. The poor boy’s mum had already left him out of the dinner tonight, since we originally had plans with xt, who made plans with her honey without cancelling on me (for a while I thought I was going to be part of the action, gasp, no!) and I had to sms her to confirm.
I blundered quite badly at the meeting just now, stuttering every other word, trying to force my brain to obey. I could have gone home to sleep, but I owed a colleague a quotation (which I could have done at Mac, next to the meeting place and then go home) and I was tempted by the thought that I needn’t lug my laptop around.
So my brother’s going to come home to a less-than-neat place, and I forgot to tell him to help me buy Krispy Kreme because I wanted to surprise a little chilli padi that has been stressed out at work, but wow, guess this birdbrain didn’t remember, argh. My dad’s going China again, but I doubt if he’ll go to HK just to buy this.
I am so tired, I can’t really do any work or any serious thinking. I’m just aimlessly surfing around hoping to stay awake then have dinner and then go home – not that I mind just collapsing in bed and waking up hungry tomorrow. And you know what the irony would be?
Yep, if I kenna insomnia later again. What fun!
Update – after giving up going home at 5pm to come back to do that one quotation and have dinner with Monkey, Monkey just called me to cancel dinner because he has to work late.
no, this is the irony.