Indian takeout

Rox mah sox. I had chicken Vindaloo. I wish I could kidnap the little Indian man who makes this stuff!  He'll sit in  my kitchen all day and bring me curry whenever I want. Not the best of arrangements for him, but at least I'll be fed = happy

Stupid people piss me off. But coming in a close second is having to wash/clean things I did not use.

And someone tell me why, instead of washing and reusing glasses, do people have to use one new glass after the other? 12 cups in my house and I couldn't even find one to use just now.

I will study after dinner! I thought to myself happily.
After all, I managed to wake up at 11am today for a meeting.
I managed to go to the RMIT barbeque and sell Merdeka day tickets.
I managed to run over to Chinatown and buy prizes/visit sponsors.
I managed to dash between Big W and Riot to buy decorations for the night.
I also managed to buy a cream cheese bagel and a latte for 5 bucks.

But it's freakin 4 in the morning and I haven't done nuts.

Heh.