An hour in the mineral springs spa, followed by an hour's kodo massage, followed by a delicious degustation dinner got me like...

Ugh. Why must I STILL be sick when I have a spa day booked for tomorrow? Dramamine, you'd better work your magic or I'mma be cranky.

Being sick when you're single and live alone and have no appropriate remedies (saltines, ginger ale) in the house is THE. WORST.

Yeah, maybe eating two-day-old leftovers wasn't the best idea. I'm not feeling so good...

First day back at work and there's only one local coffee shop open... UNTIL 16 JAN.

(and of course it's the most expensive, most touristy coffee cart; where the service is slow and the coffee is crap)

Last day of the festive break - back to work tomorrow. Filing is up-to-date, things are reasonably sorted... although I STILL haven't watched all the DVDs I borrowed from the library, or finished any of the books I wanted to read.

Oh well. Some is better than none.

My friends were so drunk they appointed me DJ.

I mean, I was just taking requests and searching for them on Spotify, but still.

I'M NEVER ALLOWED TO BE THE DJ.

It was awesome.