my day is complete. 15 hours awake doing a useful bunch of nothing. another day into the life of 7 Siglap Rd's residential hero, Butlerman..

EPISODE I: Butlerman's Heartaches
(so it doesn't rhyme that well with "the Phantom Menace" sue me)

9.00am: wake up, stumble into bathroom, prune my new hairstyle, before collapsing on basin trying to brush teeth.
9.14am: go to sleep.
10:30am: wake up again for breakfast. big breakfast. fastfood calorie-goodness. mmm mmm. perfect for a day's healthy start.
11am: go out to have some fun. or so i believed.
2pm: skipping lunch, i rush to rugby. houston, we have a problem. gloom starts to set in.
2.30pm: rehab work. wonderful.
5.30pm: 4km run. it's getting better.
7pm: training ends. i have never felt more worse in my life. (can't be the rugby - i wouldn't in 1 piece if it was - think of the word "overkill")
8pm: blog started. an hour spent banging head into keyboard figuring how to get it started.
9pm: recieves first of few smses to revive myself. messenger has been turned on - it helps.
10pm: manchester winning 2-0. doom has set into my life. thank god they arent playing southampton.
10:24pm: heart starts aching. -love's divine by Seal plays in background "giiiive me loooove"-
10:25pm: looks for love. (note: at this point i forgot that love=butlerman's kryptonite)
10:26pm: bored shitless. hungry. (not for love. the rugby player hungers for food)

like a bad movie, i shall end this halfway. stay tuned for EPISODE II- Attack of *cough*cough* (i'll think of something later - when i'm less braindead, if there is such a thing)

to infinity and beyond-
or, we can settle for
TO THE BATMOBILE