Last night in town, feeling down, down, down.

I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s that I’ve had an especially great vacation or something, or maybe it’s just that I’m a big lazybones and don’t want to go back to school, where my recent life of late mornings, long lunches, and midday movies will be replaced by homework. The last few days I’ve been wondering how I can get off the current career path and head toward the one marked “socialite.”

After feeling crappy all day, went to Andrea’s birthday dinner at Garibaldi. You know it’s bad when the incredible duck salad on mesclun with ewe’s milk cheese, the gorgeously tender cod drizzled with truffle sauce, and the melt-in-your-mouth tiramisu fail to lift you out of the mopey hole you’re in.

But then waiting for the MRT home at City Hall, I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in something like ten years. And I don’t know what it was, we really only chatted for the two minutes it took the train to arrive, but seeing him again made me smile, like a goof, on a crowded late-night train, all the way back to Bishan.

If only all the people I know and love lived in the same country, things would be much easier.