I am writing this entry drunk and looking (and feeling) stupid. Pardon me for all the typos and incoherence I might commit.
It's a Saturday night. My giood friend, Chris and I had planned to go oiut and have a drink and be home by midnight.
Well, I am drunk. It's 3:36am, I am not home and Chris is nowhere to bge found.
I guess the lesson to be learned is: I just don't have the discipline that I thought I have. Well, at kleast I have the decency to not call insick tomorrow. Unlike my alternate.
At about 8pm tonight, he called me to say he couldn't come to work because he had a jod interview in Macau. I sounded cold. Then he texted me, saying: