updates at 2pm

Omgsh. I am sooo freakin tired.

Yesterday, I thought I was just going to Dessert Hour for dinner. So, i cooked something for my poor, still-examing, sick brother, then went out to eat. Next thing I know, I'm at a pub in Carlton having a Corona (after driving around the city for a good half an hour trying to get into another bar). THEN, because "the night was still young", we ended up at an Irish pub on Chapel - I think I downed a good 4 pints of Guinness and an Irish Carbomb. Supper at Hungry Jack's. By the time I got home, the sun was rising, ugh!

But I shouldn't complain, because there won't be many nights like this after I get a job and grow up fo' realz. :P

Today - woke up surprisingly early, felt blah. Decked myself out in a comfy baggy dress (which is actually a skirt) and flipflops and headed to Westfield Doncaster, where the Penguin shopped and all I got was a teeny tube of lipbalm which smells weird. But it's pretty good in any case. Just don't sniff me when I'm wearing it, lol.

Tapau-ed dinner from Lygon after tea at Koko Black (I'm gaining weight just typing out this post, omg) and ate at Penguin's before rushing back to the city to be whisked away to Supper Club by Dahbuu and his brand-spanking new blue-flash Lomo (me and Erwin's birthday present to our favourite pint-sized accountant :D) Speaking of which, Supper Club's creme brulee (which used to be awesome) is sucky now! Ugh it tasted like...sourish? And it was kinda cold. Mmmf. Tsk.

Ok. I shall go sleep. Talk to you guys laterrr.