I like going out after work. It means I'm not at home, waiting like a baited trap for Loud Sex Housemate. This week was meant to be a busy week, but everything's getting cancelled for unfun reasons. Like Cupco's exhibition tonight, because a friend doesn't think she's dressed trendy enough. I'm never dress trendy, so this kind of ticks me off. Whatever.

And everything else feels like old soaked rags listlessly floating around a creek.

I have things to reveal. Each in their due time.