I'm not feeling very funny lately. There's too much nothing happening, and I'm surprised too, but I think I'm running out of things to complain about.

For instance, it's a long weekend. I still have a day before I could complain about going to work. And the thing about Tuesday being the first workday of the week is, it doesn't sound good within a rant. Mondays have been typecasted for that.

Also, I went home to my parents to find 3 unopened bottles of wine. Yes, three! The type with corks and we really had to use a corkscrew! Again, another reason not to complain.

For four straight meals, I ate crabs. In coconut milk, steamed, pan-fried...

It's just logical to think that something bad's going to happen soon right?