I went to Newton for supper with Jing at 4 in the morning, and got home at 5 plus. It's 810am and I'm unbearably awake. It must be the carrot cake and satay, they're taking so long to be digested!
See, Jing, it's so much fun not working. We can go to bed and wake up whatever time we want to, languish in bed for hours till no end, and do spontaneous things like go for supper in the wee hours of the morning to spruce up our lives. How gloriously exciting!
If you need more convincing to stop working, I'll refer you to Jo/Lenny, and I'm sure they'll be more than happy to tell you about the euphoric joy they experience from being a full-time bummer. Absolutely brilliant stuff.
So... don't work anymore! At least, until I fly home to London! Heh.
I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.