Jesus Suffering Fuck.

Christ.

I'm at work. Had about three and a half hours of sleep. You can imagine my displeasure.

I'm sorry if this entry comes off as being a little curt, but I'm like a bear with a sore head when I don't get enough sleep.

I'm grumpy.

Anyhow, we (Jimbo, Gerg and myself) went out last night. Bar Ace first for some primers then walked all the way to Oxford St to T2...Which was closed. And then we walked back to Central to go to Blink. Got to Blink at about 11ish and left at a quarter past four. Got home at five. In bed by seven past.

Drank quite a bit. Didn't get drunk. 

Gerg sprained his ankle when we were running for the Night Ride home. He thought it was broken. Naturally our bus was missed. This massive, mountain of a Maori came over, picked Gerg up and sat him on the bench. I thought it was hilarious, lol. Still do, actually.

Had to put up with his whingey attitude on the ride/walk home. Little punk bitch.

Anyhow, yeah. All in all it was OK. I'm just extremely tired. I'm considering having a power nap for lunch.

Later note: The night started off with a bang with some 12 delinquents on the train giving us shit because we were dressed in black...Like that's a crime....And our "lovely" train ride ended with one of these drunken 15 year olds perking his guts up on the floor. And then promptly passing out.