25 February, 2002 - 12:49 p.m.

For the first time in ages I'm actually glad that it's Monday. Not because I'm one of those people who suffers from a case of the mondays frequently or anything, but just that although I'm still young 'n hip 'n stuff, I think maybe even socialising the weekend away like I did would take it out of any hardcore 18 year old.

As of waking up at 5:30 on Friday morning I was well aware that maybe I had taken on slightly more than I could chew. By the time 3am on Saturday rocked around, I was more or less ready to call it quits, and jolly well call it quits for good. However, my stubborn capricornian ass wouldn't allow it, and so I more or less staggered my way into a party bus pub/club crawl on Saturday night to welcome in a friends 19th birthday on only three hours of sleep.

Oh well, with several more hours of sleep under my belt now I'm a much more amiable person. Just barely.

Damnit, our afternoon meeting's about to start. More later - I have *so* much bitching to get off my chest :*