I played Starcraft 2 with my friend P early in the morning. He came home around 2am. I asked him if he was down with a Starcraft 2 game, he said that it's okay. We played 3 games and we won them all. Then I went to bed.

Monday morning, a good chat with my one and only muse.

What else did happen today? Ah yes, my dad. I didn't probe on asking what the outcome is of his email at work. But I overheard that the supervisors admit that dad isn't at fault why he's swamped with work. I just shake my head at their explanation, they're telling him that my dad's taking my his job too personal -- I mean-- really? Is that the best that they can come up with? Who in the first place dumped all that work on him? Them. It's because he's really valuable. They've never seen such work ethic from him, that's why they're dumping the work from, cause they know there'd be significant progress. Taking his job too personal, please. *shakes head* That's weak.

I treated him at a buffet tonight. Now I've learned that 7:30pm isn't a good time to eat buffet. But when you think about it, 7:30pm is a perfect time for dinner. That's because the buffet closes at 8:30pm and they stop cooking, as opposed to 9pm, my original thought of their place closing. I really thought it was 9pm. Otherwise, we could've gone somewhere else.

Still, I haven't updated my novel. Sighs.

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