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Sunday, October 12, 2003

*yawn* 

As that very famous Norah Jones song goes, I really don't know why I am so zonked.

Had to go to the office (on a *toot* Sunday no less) early in the morning for an internal staff "party" to celebrate the opening of a new office location. Don't know why anyone can call it a party when it starts at 10 in the morning on a Sunday morning. Hello, the definitions of a party is as follows: Friday/Saturday nights, lots of funky beats and cool music, lots of happening metrosexual men (for me haha), plenty of good food, slosh that appeals (cheap champagne doesn't count) and good company. By all accounts, the company "party" has failed. Miserably.

Anyway, I had a very mild and early Saturday night and was actually home by 12. That's actually quite early considering that my record was 6 in the morning (it was kinda like "Morning Mum" and straight to bed). So I slept pretty early. And with the weather so cool and balmy, I had to sleep in later than planned (well, I sleep in late almost every morning, waking up at 8 when I need to reach work by 9. But that's another story).

So I pretty much slept for about 7 hours. So why am I still so zonked? I came home in the afternoon and took a quick nap of 2 hours and I am still zonked.

Does this mean I am getting old????? *sob*

yAnn at 10/12/2003 10:54:00 PM