"Last Request" spins mad loud in the background.
It's the last few hours left in hall.
I'm not supposed to be here but a trick of fate (or my dad's fantastic company event)
left me stranded here.
Well, there is some angst,
but I guess monopoly is my trump card for the night.
These halls don't call my name,
but I hang on to them.
Movie marathon and little talk will do me more good than bad.
Stop shrugging your shoulders.
I have no last requests.
Good Bye.
On a side note - as a celebration of the end of year 1, I got a new piercing, right in between my first and third.
It hurts like hell but somehow it's liberating.
