The last day of work was……restful. Today the Divine Sprinkler of Irony must’ve broke and been sent for repairs since no predictably unfortunate twist of fate happened my way. =)
No huge crowds no fire no someone getting decapitated, which usually happens on days like this, (because in almost any instance in my sorry life you’ll find something most unfortunate happening to me at a most unfortunate time in the most unfortunate of circumstances-yeah, revel in the self-pity). Instead I got to laze around, talk shop with Johari, drink excess Ice-Blended Chocolate with excess chocolate sauce, sketch a bit, reflect on life in general.
Very fuzzy.
It was one of those contented rainy days—all you wanna do is curl up on the couch with a good and a steaming mug of cocoa at your side…. Once or twice you’d take a break, watching the rain trickle down the windowpane listening to 93.3’s crooners, or sit back on the sofa drinking in the melancholy of a Hayao Miyazaki movie.
Motley crue.
