Laughing

My father keeps waking me in the morning (at 10 and 11 am). Today I am beautifully dozing when I see my bedroom door opening. It was my dad. Apparently he had rang the bell three times then used his keys.

Today at work I was with the two colleagues I get on better. We spent the afternoon laughing, mostly at the expenses of our slutty colleagues and her clubbing ways. We are thinking of going out for a pizza.

I like the idea of socialising.

Now, noodles and bed. Tomorrow morning I am going to stock for my borthday saturday: sushi, beer and possibly chocolate cake. Maybe some chips?

I know I have to restock my noodles collection.