I've been working non-stop since Tuesday, and spent almost a third of this week's pay already: Chalet, colleague's birthday present, sunblock, transport and not forgetting (my very first time) Kbox session with colleagues to celebrate a birthday after work yesterday.

I almost backed out last minute- I was fatigued and felt like going home. I went in the end, thinking that I'll just be there for an hour or 2, starting slightly after 11. I didn't know a room at Kbox is huge (and very expensive!). Spent my time listening and laughing and taking care of Glyn. Only till the final 30 minutes, I went to sit at the back of the room cause I was in a daze; too tired! A couple of people got tipsy- imagine the amount of Chivas they purchased! And the way they drank was madness! I only had 2 tiny sips from Eileen and I didn't really fancy it. I left slightly after 3am when I almost dozed off on the sofa. Hopped on a cab home, which costed me $17! *heart shatters* I slept at about 5am after showering and reading Saturday's newspapers and reconciling about what happened at Kbox.

Going to take a shower and head to work. I feel so shagged.

How am I supposed to feel because of what you did and said? I think I should stop self-denying too.