19 NOVEMBER 2007. MONDAY. 08:12PM.

I've never been so great at sleeping, I aced it. I couldn't get myself out of bed this weekend ... not even for coffee. I didn't get new glasses prescribed, I didn't re-stock my fridge, I didn't re-fill my Cinotto supply. I remember waking up, eating some toasted muffins and next time I was awake again, it was time to haul ass for Curry Night. Perhaps its delayed jet-lag, or I've been sniffling too much nail polish but seeing how much I didn't spend while I was asleep, my bills thank me for it. So Curry Fundraiser Night was interesting. Held in a small community centre tucked away in the 'burbs with a one-man band and his pre-programmed 1970s top ten backing tracks. If only we all wore beehives and bell-bottoms, i could have been at my parent's prom night with a little imagination. After devouring all tasty food and the door prizes won, the lights went out and people started jive'in on the dance floor. Literally.

I wished someone jived at my prom night. And I have the urge to watch Pretty In Pink again.