Sunday

Well, it's official. I need a life, or something which resembles one. It is a BEAUTIFUL Sunday and I am:

a) not hungover
b) stuck at work trying to finish my monthly reports and bonus application
c) wondering when I became so boring

I actually considered last night giving up drinking because I still had a bit of fun. And it was free. And now today is productive. But I doubt it.


It'd be really cool if I could start feeling something other than apathy for everything. Except how I look. Then it's horror at how I've let myself go. I miss having self-control.

I also want to go back to enjoying more than like 7 people in the universe. That'd be cool. It's pretty sad, coz most of them are workmates.