Saturday's plan was cancelled. My father wasn't working so that should explain why. Somehow ended up at Terminal 3 with the family. Oh hell.



( I've not been using my thick eyeliner these days, i can't be bothered. I looked tired without it. )

Got home at 3am i think. As usual, can't sleep. Waited for the PC to be free while watching Saturday Night Live( John Trovolta, whatever the spelling should be, is such a cutie back those days, ya? ). Gave up waiting at 6, hit the bed and forced myself to get up at 9am( i'm surprised myself that i actually can wake up ). Work was okay i guess. We had quite a crowd i must say. Half-way, i felt sleepy. So most of the time, i just stoned around. I really hate it when that happens.