The Early Edition

So, when I left the flat this morning at 0640 hours, the floors? Still wet.

DAMN YOU BALTHAZAAAAR!


It's only been my eighth day back at work and I'm already:

1. Suffering the effects of sleep depravation-induced grumpiness.

2. Taking the cab to and from college instead of MRTing it like a good proletariat boy.

And Fridays? Apparently it's casual day for the GP department. Guess who's the only idiot in "smart and appropriate workplace attire"?

DAMN YOU BALTHAZAAAAR!