I love my job.
I love it. Honestly, 100%.
I love the work, I love the people, I love the feel of it.
Agh, it's amazing.

I went to a shindig on Sunday night with all the people from work.
And engaged in quite a bit of debauchery.
The night ended with a bit of a jaunt in the hot tub, then a nice shower and about an hour's sleep haha.
But I was with all these amazing people.
It was like time passed so quickly it didn't actually happen.
For the first part of the night I kidnapped Jarrod's Donnatello toy and we sat around with a guitar, singing about everything and anything that came up in conversation.
Mind you, this ranged from an ode to TMNT, vaginas with teeth, the binary code and a plethora of other wonderfully absurd topics.

I'm looking forward to this extension exam on Friday, once i've done that, I'm officially halfway through these stupid exams.
Thank god.



But somehow, everything seems so surreal.