the textual siege.

and last night saw the second last of belated birthday celebrations with my travelmates.

thank you guys for the petite cherie, it was a really nice surprise. although to have tim would have been very nice too. but old is as old does and by 2, with one dinner cocktail and half a jug of vodka lime at zouk sloshing around in the geriatric's stomach, i was out like a light in the car. i'm well and truly ashamed. i should be asking myself, where are the days, or rather, nights of drinking and dancing until the lights almost come on then go for supper at spize??

one last celebration with the classmates and i'm good to go for the rest of the year.

or well, until the nerve-wrecking, very last week of december. eek!