overwhelmed

It's been a tiring week. My emotions must have squeezed out what remains of my week's energy reserves, and I actually thought downing two cups of coffee after 7pm (not one after the other, mind you) would actually help.

I did well over an hour of shopping during my so-called friday lunch break then rushing back to work with my new MAC powder foundation in my half powdered face and wacko state. People actually thought I came from the pub!

Company drinks afterwards. Was there for almost an hour chatting with these chinese girls who went to uni with my sista. Makes me wonder whether I'd see my uni mates at JPM, too.

Had coffee numero uno whilst waiting for half of Amy's bday dinner crew at the quay, caught a bus to darlo and met up with the rest of the crew. Went to this french cafe that I found listed in the good food guide. I trust that book. It's a foodie's bible. We got a much coveted pavement seat, maybe cos we actually booked and good thing we did cos the place was PACKED like crazy and there was even a french dude trying to use his french-ness to get a table. It was just impossible. They didn't have the extra table down some room at the back in case somebody uber important pops by without a reservation.

I had to make a quick dash to the loo (possibly from all the liquids I took in prior to the darlo bus trip) and was hearing all these french-ness. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I'm not in Sydney. It was so cool.

Food was pretty good, dessert was absolutely superb. Had coffee numero dos and the coffee sucked big time I had to ask them to make another one for me. The second one was just a tinge better but who are they kidding? I was aching to make my own cuppa then.

We had a hottie of a french server who was absolutely darling. He was a bit of a smartass, too as he was the one who had my coffee remade and he could tell I was not absolutely happy with the second cup. I was not about to be an ass to the barista so I had the coffee anyway.

Despite the rounds of caffeine and laughter, I was still knocked out when I got home. Managed to get a bit of a nap before I got woken up by a text message, which normally doesn't wake me up. I was up for hours drinking water and making a million trips to the loo. I probably slept two more hours before finally waking up to the sunshine.

Thoughts on life and all the abstract and seemingly incomprehensible things filled my mind. I've become overly emotional once again. The struggle within is still on.

Bernee's big bash is tonight! I managed to decide on an outfit. I tried shopping for an outfit at DJs but ended up just admiring the Aussie designer collections, the new store lay-out and deciding that I'd be able to whip something out from my current wardrobe.

I'm still broke and underpaid (!).

Tropfest (uber cool and happening short film festival) is on tomorrow! I can feel my heart pumping more blood through my veins! I have Hillsong TV duty at night though. Wonder if I can get my chummies to go and save the spot til I make my way there? Sneaky but might not work.

I miss my artsy fartsy tribe. Should make a film for next year's Tropfest. The chance to go to NYC is tempting. The perfect icing on top of any cake attempting to lure me.