E.R. for realz.

So there we were, sitting in the ER, eating handfuls of chips while sitting next to big bags of hazardous biological waste.

Bastards wouldn’t even let me keep the xrays of my fracture.

The (tired/good)life.

Was up till 3AM putting the finishing touches on some mock-ups for a new client… Made up for that by having yummy poached eggs on toast for brunch (with pesto for her, and marmite for me)… Must say I’m quite liking the ‘new’ coca-cola with lemon, refreshing. Be better in summer, I reckon.

Mmmmm, beeeer. *gurgle*

Damnit, now I’m thinking about how delicious beer is, so I sort of want one, but it’s only 1:18pm, and I’m working and stuff, so I can’t have one.

Fuck, I hope this isn’t a sign of impending alcoholism, craving a beer. Can’t be, I have like 2 drinks a week.

Beer.

I realised that I’d gotten through all the beer in the fridge (okay, there was one bottle of some German stuff I was putting off tasting) so I’ve restocked with a bunch of different styles from Monteiths (if you don’t know, this is an NZ brewer). Be interesting to see how it stacks up. Expect me to be grotesquely (and blatantly) biased.

Also, we (me and red) realised last night that we’ve been eating a lot of cheese lately, do you think this is cause for concern?.. How will I ever keep my svelte figure… ?