OSIM!

I know I'm sooo going to regret doing this come tomorrow morning when I'm all groggy and puffy and dreading to get out of bed feeling like a zombie roti from hell that has been soaked in susu one minute too long wtf but then what the heck.

Stubbornly clinging on to the night not wanting to let Sunday pass.

Coming down with a severe case of Pinkpau's OSIM* blues.


Out of yogurt.

Out of anything that can possibly put my mind at ease.

Seriously contemplating coming up with a masterplan to swindle patient bed no. 42's private stash of methadone for some happy happy time tomorrow. God knows how much I need to let out bleerrgh.


Anyway.

Reality bites.

Gonna need to tuck in like it or not.

Monday beckons, lotsa new Makciks to review, branulas to replace and dietitians to refer.


Like I said, OSIM T___T



*OSIM = Oh Shit It's Monday