disillusioningillusion

So this Deepavali fell on a Sunday, and the following Monday was a public holiday in lieu. I had three fucking submissions due on that day, mind you. XX is a Bitch. Or rather, I shouldn’t be blaming XX, since two of the submissions were for an Introductory Biology module. Anyways, it was a Monday, and two thirds of the way into the day, with a mere 8 hours left to the dreaded 2359, it was made known to me that I would have to attend a dinner event. It was a Clan Association thing. And I wouldn’t bother with events, except that by going I would receive $300 for some academic award, and there was WINE. Mind you, wine. And so I went. I delayed going out of the house for ass long as possible, and was a bit late as a result. And so the dinner began, and me and my siblings went on stage for the awards. My family, sat at a table with another portly middle aged man, who was receiving the award on behalf of his son who had exams the next day. So and no one else. The table was only half fill