I’ve got a blasted headache and I don’t know what time it is, but I’m drinking. Beer! Of all things! With the TMB people, at Peter‘s house in Alabang (may urbanidad!), on Mikey‘s Mac. I’m listening to Hanson (click, sidebar! Scroll down!) and I have a shopping date with mother. She’s mad cos I’m running late, and yes I’m aware that I sound like I’m twelve.
I haven’t recovered from last night. WHAT A GAY.