And once again, approximately 5 hours and few minutes later, I shall wake up, bleary-eyed, muttering curses at how unfair it is for me to wake up at an indecent timing on what would otherwise be a beautiful saturday morning. 8am. No kidding. It's foul and besmirching of the sacred Saturday. 

Really, because of this, I am so going to hand in my resignation letter. One month later, no more of such blasphemy. 

At this stage, caution to the winds. You wouldn't want to end up in the quag again, do you?