*929 - liver

Ouchies, my liver hurts. (Ok, it's probably just my tummy.)

Yesterday saw me, the truest bluest Asian in the entire room, at my virgin karaoke experience. I think we mightn't have had to go so far with the pre-gaming to ease the assumed pain that karaoke would cause me—but it honestly wasn’t bad at all, especially if one isn’t forced against one’s will to sing songs one doesn’t know!

Adjourned to the bar down the street, where fire extinguishers were knocked clean off the walls, sticky shots were spilled into my coat sleeves, ridiculous (but not regrettable) texts were sent, etc. Living a mere ten minute trot away was most appreciated at the end of the night (only applicable to myself, hoho), and the fact that boys insist on walking me home puzzled me a great deal as always (why go through the trouble if there is no question in my mind that I would be able to walk down the road I walk down ever so often to make it to my apartment?).

[Edit: Mr. A told me not to reject those offers and scared me with tales of forcible touchings, so maybe I will reconsider.]

Lovely night, though the thought of partying with colleagues still fazes me a tad, but it seems to be very much a norm here—our work is far too intense and time-consuming to allow us to maintain any sort of normal friendships with people outside of work, so everyone at work is best friends with each other. Haha! And the fact that we are all creepily alike in so many ways (though that is to be expected).

Off to find something in my fridge that will be gentle on the tummy ...

[Edit: 7 pm the day after and texts back and forth have confirmed that Colleague #1 is still feeling ill and Colleague #2 is still suffering in headacheyness. Excellent; this means I'm not as weak as I had assumed.]