Slept in this morning, worried about having a hangover; thankfully, I mostly dodged that bullet. 22 cigarettes 
Work was really crap today, sadly. Had some interesting complaints, but I was feeling real shit all day with a headache building up from about 11am onwards (I ended up buying some Nurofen and a litre of Powerade as a cure; the Powerade was more to fix my semi mild alcohol-induced dehydration, but perhaps it helped the headache too.) As a result of my feeling crap I couldn’t think properly and seemingly simple things tended to take like twice as long.
Got approached by a girl trying to sign people up for donations, again. I forget what charity. She first asked like two months ago; managed to convince me as well, but as I was writing out my DOB she suddenly seemed a little disappointed. I’m too young to donate apparently (need to be 21–whether because of legislation or an organisation policy I’m not sure,) and to be honest, a part of me is thankful I have a reasonable excuse.
After work (and a couple Nurofen) I headed off to The Teacher’s Club, for De-Tension (HA HA HA) with Bob. It’s become somewhat of a tradition on Friday evenings now; play a little pool, drop back a couple happy-hour, $2 schooners. After that, we went and met up with Ben, Jeremy and Johnny at the Arthouse hotel on Pitt, a fairly classy place, low lighting and, I assume, reasonable incomes.
After literally 30 seconds there–enough to form first impressions about the place, just–we went off to Roof Bar (aptly named because of the rooftop terrace that constitutes about 40% of the seating space), eventually meeting up with Crystal and her work cronies.
A Jagerbomb and a couple SoCo and Cokes later, and I’m feeling good. Sydney is a beautiful city at nighttime, especially on a clear-ish night like tonight, with the skyline of lit buildings contrasting against the dark blue sky.
12:32am now (on the 21st :O !), time for bed methinks. I have a big-ish day planned tomorrow and need my beauty sleep. Of course, you’ll have to wait ’til tomorrow night to hear about it (or, in all likelihood, sometime Sunday.)
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