Monday Blues: Extreme
Starting off with dark cloud patches, expect precipitation should conditions not clear by noon. General forecast for today - mainly cloudy with possible thunderstorm. Keep away from exposed fields.

The more fun-filled the weekend, the more severe the Mondaycitis. I woke this morning feeling like I hadn't slept at all. In between tossing, turning, and checking that I wasn't sleeping on my left thumb (which for the most part of yesterday was worrying me with a numb/pins and needles sensation), I must have squeezed in a little bit of sleep. Not enough. Today I'm tired and uncooperative.

Friday night I learnt some new things about being 25.
(A) Minis don't look good anymore.
(B) Boys don't fall into your lap anymore.
(C) And if they do, they're likely to be 20 year-olds.
Despite having to play peace-maker and then match-breaker; cope with cramps in my calf muscles from 4-inch stiletto heels; suffer a chair leg rammed into my foot; and finally have my almost-perfect drink moment interrupted by gung-ho imbeciles, it was nevertheless a great night.

Saturday night I battled with SMS urges and panda eyes. On the way to Cookie I peered into the Lonsdale St carpark to see if the (most recently axed) ex had similar plans. Once there I saw the ex's friend, who proceeded to eye my companion with curious disapproval. When the music got louder, we moved on to Croft Institute. There were plenty of laughs - certainly a much-needed change. 5 hours later we walked down the creepy bin-lined alley and to my car. Certainly a nice start.