...or not really.
Seriously, I don't know what my problem is. Do the readings. Do the essay. Simple, no? No. Instead, I'm watching Veronica Mars, reading the paper, baking cookies...
Self-sabotage, thy name is Sarah.
Meanwhile, I'm absolutely buggered. Ironic choice of words. But anyway, absolutely buggered from lack of sleep. For some crazy reason I woke up at 8am after going to bed at about 2am. Silly girl. Last night was odd too. It started with us going to a dodgy, dodgy, pub to watch comedy, skipping out to get a coffee which, for some reason I decided not to get and got a smoothie instead, then off to a gay bar for karaoke. But before a gay bar Michael was refused entry to a pub for being "too drunk". Just because he was skipping doesn't mean he's drunk! He's just a little gay!!! This is the second time this sort of thing has happened. Last time it was Gilly's 21st where he was kicked out of the pub for "walking drunk", which Michael still maintains, and I concur, that he was just prancing. Lol.
Speaking of gay though, it's funny how homophobic Beau is. At Gateway, the gay bar (gay bar, gay bar), Beau was busting to use the bathroom but had to wait until the one cubicle was free for fear of all the gays at the urinal. Lol. It's funny when gay people are homophobic. But the gays are such a lovely people! Much like the Filippinos!! the last two lines added for Michael's viewing pleasure.