So Late That It's Early.

It's 2:45am now, and I'm eating my dinner: a can of tuna hungrily scrapped out and eaten with Jacob's Hi-Fibre crackers. Welcome to the life of Nick.

I'm gonna sleep soon, if not I'd have the urge to bash myself in the face with my laptop just to fake a nosebleed and go home early from work tomorrow. Rather, go to Expo early and nap. Blame it on my extreme resistance to freak sickness (and, as a side-effect, my increased susceptibility to injury).

My knees are aching. Which is a pity, cos I was hoping to do something special. My costumed pants almost dropped today. Rather, it did. Luckily I was only facing Mel and Kexin and not like the entire universe. That would be embarrassing. So from then on I resorted to tying the drawstrings so tight that my food can't pass through my small intestines.

Note to self: wear extra layers of shorts.

okay, it's been a cool fifteen minutes since I came home, and I'm gonna sleep now. I don't think they pay zombi-fied interns (can't be much lower than the pay I'm getting, anyway). As it is, my entire salary is used up commuting there, back, and having lunch. I might as well be a french fry boy at MacDonalds. haha.

Night.