7 hours, 3 cities, 1 big shopping trip, 0 parking space in London, 1 big search for dinner, 5 legs, 6 ribs, 5 drinks, 1 cake, 263.2 kilometres = MuTao's birthday trip. I was driving a bit too fast, I think, but Roger wasn't saying much (for the ride there) and I was hungry (for the ride back). At least the weather was good. Ended up Swiss Chalet for dinner, although we almost went for the Waikiki Polynesian place which we thought was a Japanese place. Nice dinner, and now I'm home while the rest of the gang goes karaoke. Okedokie...

Ironically, I feel pretty sad today.

Can I say that I feel like I'm wasting my life away?