Hunger pangs

I have a craving for my favourite xi yang cai tang from Balestiar Road. Think I will haul Zhong Zhong over there for supper and alcohol. Need a good bitch out with that woman. Cindy and Lian are too busy with work tonight, though the former seems more pre-occupied with fitting into that miniscule tank-top of hers than any real 'work'.

I can't believe how quickly the weekend is expiring. I have my students' shitty essays to mark, none of which will "galvanise" me to any artistic epiphanies. Why do I do this? I hate my bond, dammit.