This weekend started out like most weekends, full of great intentions! By 10pm Friday night those intentions were "Dead and Gone!". I thought i had taken adequate precautions to ensure i made it home at a decent hour, i was only carrying enough cash to have two drinks and seeing as "drinks" was with people from the office (people i had seen all day) i figured that like Houdini, i would make my great escape.
I had not factored into my plan that the big boss man would start sponsoring round after rounds of drinks and with year-end performance appraisals round the corner, now was not the time to be a party-pooper, lol.
Jagerbomb, you are not my friend!
Don't even get me started on the R1500 bottle of Moet that was consumed the following night, thinking about it makes me weak! The stuff doesn't even taste that nice hmmph *sulk*
Moral of the story: Always ask the price for whatever you're drinking even if management refuses to give you a pricelist.
Twitter Diet: You know that feeling you get when you've consumed too many jelly babies (thinking about it is actually making me feel queasy), i think i've over-indulged in Twitter.
So some rationing and detoxing is in order...i am gonna start with only checking Twitter after 10am - baby steps. Interesting how my diet coincides with John Mayer going awol on Twitter...hehehehe.
Alrighty chickens, let me get on with the rest of my Monday - let the clock watching begin (1hr 32mins and counting)