Shaken, not stirred

Must not gripe about work. Must not gripe about work. *mmmfffpp..*

I was in the car today and we were at the traffic lights when this motorcycle pulled up in the next lane, about half a car in front of us. I'm happily minding my own business (well, not too happily because I was upset about leaving work only at 8am... a whole hour after my shift ended) when the girl riding pillion calmly turns her head towards our side and proceeds to expel the contents of her stomach. And I saw the whole thing. The steady torrent of semi-solid gunk that the poor driver of the car behind would have to drive over. I hope he gets new tyres. And so I'm disgusted. Utterly grossed out. I mean, what was she thinking??? She was probably dead drunk from late night-early morning drink parties, in which case I have no sympathy for her. I've never been able to grasp the thrill of drinking till you puke. I mean, is there something I'm missing here? Drink Drink Drink Drink Drink Wobble Wobble Puke Puke. Shouldn't you be ENJOYING your drink and not expelling it in the next few hours? I dunno man... maybe I'm a prude. Hahaha..

There's a strange insect-bite-looking bruise on my ankle. And as a result of my refusal to apply anything on it, it's now got more swollen and hurts when I walk. I mean, where in the world did I get that insect-bite-looking bruise??

I slept from 9am to 4pm straight. I think my body's getting adjusted. And tonight happens to be my LAST midnight shift. ARGH! And then I'll have to adjust my sleep cycle back again!! Murphy's Law is hard at work I tell ya. Oh Murphy...