Yawn

Last Sunday, after the pool games, Andrew and I went separate ways since he was getting tired and wanted to go home and I wanted to go shopping. So we did.

10:10pm, I received a text "Where u?". I just knew it's him... again. So we met up for a couple of beers... again. We went to Absolute 7 on Sukhumvit soi 7/1. Funny that. The band playing there was the same band we saw in the pub earlier in the afternoon. Well, I know the female lead singer. But I didn't get to talk to her that night because it was really loud inside and so we decided to sit outside. Fresh air. Funny shit you can see drunken people do. Nice, baby.

When I got back to my apartment around 1:30am, the damn bar next door was still hopping. ILLEGAL HOURS!!! So I couldn't sleep for a while. And I woke up at 6:30am and couldn't really go back to sleep. And I decided to come to work.

No matter how hard I tried to take my time getting dressed and everything, I turned up at work around 8:45am - wearing a yellow shirt (We Love The King!). Everybody was in shock. Even my assistant showed up later than me. She had the "I Don't Believe This Shit" expression on her face while she froze at the door with her mouth open.

Oh ha ha bloody ha.

It's not as if I never came to work early before.

Well, although the last time was a long time ago.

.... mkay.