Sneaks

by halfaboy

Am not too excited about bringing work home for the weekend. But having played hard this week, I can’t really complain. Drinks and bland food so fingerish that it barely registered itself in my stomach. So much for the hidden bar that is 28 Hong Kong Street. But good company more than made up for it. Seriously, all the money in the world probably wouldn’t make me happy if I were back in the ice hole that is London.

And more games yesterday night which I’m not sure how or why ended at three. In the morning. And now, I’m trying to convince myself to go back to the little cells on a shitty Lenovo which I don’t get why couldn’t they, for their lives, make smarter such that it would just connect itself to my house wifi like my four-year-old mac. Oh joy.