it was this or a tax return.

Sitting at my desk at work on a Sunday afternoon is inherently and utterly sad.

With that in mind, I'm feeling alright. Last night saw the official "opening" of sweatshop bar (near the cnr of latrobe and exhibition st). I use the quotation marks for the simple reason that sweatshop has been open to the public for a few weeks now, that much I know as a fact cos I've been there.

But opening night is opening night. Quite a nice affair, firstly the place wasn't as absurdly packed as it has been lately so that was a nice change. Also there was free cocktails.

You have gotta love the free cocktails.

Unfortunately I wasn't in the mindset I needed to be in for free drinks. Probably the realisation that I had to come to work today made me hold off getting supremely hammered. That and cocktails are very sweet and I didn't want to die of a sugar overdose.

Since I've been going to sweatshop/seamstress I've been drinking more and more cocktails. Unfortunately I haven't figured them out yet; with beer I'm good. I know my limits before it all goes pear shaped (somewhere between the 8-15 pots mark, depending on how quickly I drink). But with cocktails, I'm finding it a lot harder to gauge, from what I gather, somewhere around the 4-5 mark is about right.

So yeh, slept through my alarm this morning and ended up getting into the office a good 2 hours than I planned. And I really haven't been that productive so far. Oh well, at least I got some things done so hopefully I won't get destroyed tomorrow...