knackered...

how does one take the weekend to recover from a long week, only to feel even more tired on monday?

i woke up in a right funk on saturday. felt like monday blues on a saturday morning. so i indulged in a little me-time. coffee at that place, a book, a view of the sea and the sunset.

i was one happy puppy for as long as the sun was still in the sky.

what was worse was that the funk followed me around all through sunday, rah.

ah well. at least i had lunch with some of my soon-to-be-leaving-shenton-way pals today. we were so stressed and so high-strung that we spoke at about 300 words per second, and one of us even came for lunch in mismatched slippers (and didn't realise it).

i do believe that last bit helped de-funk me a little. :)

more next time. prison break finale is a-calling. helloooo wentworth miller!

ps/ Prince William is single again, for those of you who didn't already know.