Scoffed Myself Stupid on Finger Food

I went to drinks after work and scoffed myself stupid on finger food and drank beer, so I didn’t need to eat again.

I was a bit drunk as I walked up Bourke Street, but, that's the point of work drinks, the company pays you off in alcohol for all of the bitterness you have had to endure during the week.

I got home and watched a TV program about Nauru and a program about journalism. You know, just to let the self-medication settle a bit.

I sanded my floors by hand... it kind of makes a change, makes me feel like a "fine" artist, rather than a tradie.

...and then fell asleep on the couch.