It’s a few minutes past 6am and I am awake having breakfast (waffle biscuits and tea). After about 3 weeks of a ‘normal’ schedule, I’ve successfully screwed up my efforts: I didn’t go to bed last night. I spent yesterday morning at an online auction and I’ve spent the last few hours domaining. That’s because I barely had time to domain this week for secret reasons. *Rolls eyes*

I’ve just realized that it’s been about 2 months since the last time I went on a night out with friends, and well over 6 months since the last time I got effin’ drunk. Wow, what an achievement. Which reminds me, I still owe one of my friends an apology because we were supposed to hang out at some club a few weeks ago and at around 1am I told him that I had changed my mind. Since then he hasn’t spoken to me and it only hit me the other day that he might have taken that whole issue personally. I have to do some major arse-kissing…*sigh* Thank goodness I know how to be killer-adorable when needed.

The day before yesterday, I had the oddest dream. I dreamt that the last dog I had was in my room, sleeping on my bed and I was talking to him; I was hugging him and telling him how much I cared about him and all of a sudden I was downstairs with the security guards, and exclaimed (in English) “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think, I pay rent, I pay my bills {my dog} is going to stay in my room, period”.

That’s just so weird, but my guess is that he was in my dream because a few hours before I went to bed that night I was playing Monopoly and I chose the dog as my marker. I spent all day yesterday down and depressed (once or twice a year, my PMS symptoms will include a bout of depression).

Worst of all, one of my friends told me some horrible news via sms and I wasn’t sure about how to ‘comfort’ her so I sent a “sorry” and that was it. If it’s something that I’m known for, it’s saying the wrong things at the worst times. You’d think my ‘friends’ ought to know that by now.

I have to start listing down the people I owe apologies to.