Stream of Consciousness Rant

Bah. I missed Fash Bash. For the second time. And it was held over two days! Man, the weekends are simply too short. I woke up late yesterday after playing sitter to a bunch of my drunk/high workmates the night before, and alternated between being present at my dad's birthday bash (I struggled with that, even) and going out with The Boyfriend's friends from out-of-town.

And today - Work. I'm fast becoming a no-Lifer! Ughhhhhhhhhhh. The dumbest thing was, when I was ready to sit down and start punching into my lappie, I realised that I'd brought everything home but the most important bits. Thinking back now, I can't quite believe that I made the trip back to the office and back just to fetch those silly sheets of paper. Argh. Thankfully my sis was nice enough to accompany me. She just sat patiently next to me, with her revision in her lap (complete with calculator) while we made our journey through the rain and back. *pat pat*

Some photos of the energy-draining night.

Their way of saying Farewell: forcing drinks down her throat.

My colleagues trying to strip me. Such nice people they are.

"I just can't get enough. I just can't get enough!"

I wanted to put up more photos, but I think my colleagues'll kill me if they found out I'd pasted their drunken miens for all and sundry to see on the world wide web. And there weren't more of me I can share, because it's much more fun taking pictures of high people doing silly things than sober people sitting around avoiding getting trampled on by stiletto-clad feet, you see.