On the shit scale of 1-10, with 1 being on par with the time I had to be admitted for dengue fever, this weekend scores around 1.5 – and only because I could take a bath anytime I wanted to. Many instances were similar – like it was hot all the time, my mood swung back and forth between bad and crap, and it was an opportunity to reassess the people/things in my life.

It started out with a night of crappy clubbing, continued with the crappy breakdown of my crappy car, was peppered with people who (if they had not made it worse) brought nothing to my generally dismal weekend,  and is now ending with a crappy blog entry.

Basically it was full of shit and I’m glad it’s over. For once, I’m glad to go back to work on Monday.