I am all made up, perfume spritzed on. My hair is blown dry, and it is held up by a “pelican inspired” clip as observed thoughtfully by Kelvin. It will probably be undone, these efforts and state to be this fresh and clean by the steamboat rendezvous with big bro and his gf. Oh how I yearn for a partner- it still is not fun to play gooseberry.
I am awaiting for the minutes to tick by. I am certainly quite hungry at this point of time. I hope we get a smoking table- and it is strange how I have never experienced rain while eating steamboat, I think it will be quite a welcome to have the soothing pattering sounds of the rain, companied by a drop in temperature which complements the steaming, bubbling stew perfectly. The sweat is replaced by grateful warmth instead.
There is stress when I receive email from school. Goodbye 1070 dollars.
Perhaps its been the consistent after work drinking… after a whole day’s work of drinking. But the mood is of a better degree- this ups and downs, I suppose they will be here.
I am, quite happy.
