Unfortunaties.


The weekend was an absolute disaster, save for the fact that I'm not at work today. I've drawn the blinds and am sitting here unwashed and dirty, blogging. I feel very Matrix-esque, except I'm no hacker. I'm just a silly little woman who forgotten her hygiene responsibilites for the day.

Sally's party was awful. I mumbled my excuses about the so-called boyfriend being away on bussiness in Hong Kong, of all places, and I took the Brother there instead. Ended up getting totally shitfaced, he had to drive home. I suppose if one good thing came out of that, he has a date with Sally's teenage niece who was there. And the Brother had the audacity to tell me to stop simpering when I got drunk! Bloody kids these days and their sarcasm.

And I've gotten my monthlies and the bloody air-conditioning is not working, I've run out of ciggarettes and iced tea. Is there no justice in the world?

I'm going to have a little lie down and pick at the little scab I got when I fell over drunk in Brother's car while contemplating whether I can go out to the shops in my PJ's. I hope someone's weekend was better than mine.