Dead drunk.
No, dead whoozy.
On white wine.
I've been feelin' shit since last night.
And I cannot pin-point why.

Rushed work till 9pm,
Met Aud for drinks at Candy Bar,
Boredom drove us to Wong Kei for dinner.
Regretfully, I can't recall a shit other than the crunchy pork chop.

Received an email yesterday.
Someone's birthday is coming,
And something is going on at Tiger Tiger.
Basis is, 26 quids for dinner.
This is the menu.
Converting means abouit S$75.
Not converting still means about 4 meals.
Why are some cookies so damn tough?
Why are some cookies made of jade, gold & diamonds?

I am whooozy.
I know not what to do.

And I still think about you loads, Ronnie.