Too tired to think of a title...

I had work from 8am-5pm, for a corporate function. I got up at 6am!! 6am!! And my work involved long periods of standing around listening to shite-boring presentations, then frenzied food running, coffee-making, dishwashing, and opening beers for increasingly drunk businessmen. Without a bloody break!

Then I met some friends to play pool, and MISSED my bus home so spent half an hour sitting on a bench in the city waiting for the next one.

I am soo bloody tired now.

I came home, raided my fridge and gratefully inhaled some leftover lamb, cold ratatouille and a piece of re-hearted apple pie and vanilla ice-cream.

THANK FUCK FOR THAT!

Time to sleep...