*blinks at trigonometry*
i'm pretty certain there was rum in my aunt's birthday cake (a chocolatey affair dotted chocolate puff balls on the surface, that was maybe had a diameter three quarters of that of a bicycle), my question is just how much. her office gave it to her (clearly, some in the human resource department have been very busy, or very well paid) and my wonderful relatives pressed us to take back at least a fifth of it.
i'm rarely this sleepy at seven plus, and i'm pretty darn certain i wasn't this woozy ten minutes ago.
and at that, i had coffee at around one when crystal, marasme
and i wandered into coffee bean after ramlee burgers (freshly made before our eyes), and philosophical rambling over the KS Bull KI essays on knowledge and language. slightly optimistic, but if KI is going to continue in this vein of discussion, i can't think of a single reason why i won't be madly in love with it at the end of these two years.
now if there was only some way of bypassing that lovely placement test tomorrow morning.
slightly drunk, to be sure. the signs are all there.
i know my mum had some yesterday evening (or perhaps the one before?), and seemed not to suffer any side effects. but she'd had a cup of coffee pretty late in the afternoon (something her system rarely can handle - and she functions on five cups a day) which probably means so i'd expect the caffiene overruled it.
it's dinnertime now, the second-last day (and last proper day) of the holidays. the starhub set-top box thinggum blew maybe three days ago, something only rediscovered by my dad, because it slipped my mind, and my mum's.
all i can really think of doing is pulling the covers over my head - and only getting out of bed after all this fuss and bother is over.