all work and no play makes r a tired girl
Back from BL and eaten. *kisses floor*
Going to BL has become part of my quotidian existence. So far this week I have been doing marathon reading, and boy am I knackered. Really hope all this studying will at least allow me to have something intelligent to say in the paper. Though I try to make an effort to avoid him, the old geezer I mentioned days ago was right there waiting at the escalator, thus I had no choice but to engage in little conversation. He asked, when I say I'm worried, is it true that I'm really worried, or that saying so gives me a sexual thrill, like a glass of champagne down the throat? Uh, both? Or rather I cannot be bothered to have coffee with you so use it as an excuse. Hum... saw him talking to other Asian girls today... Another thing is that while talking to SD over lunch, found out that I'm always clueless about the 'who-fancies-who' topic, and hence become utterly surprised when some kind herald finally keeps me informed. Finally at the end of the day, it's best to find my bike still locked against the world in smug perfection.