Got back from work two hours ago.
I worked two and a half hours overtime to help my boss with an extremely critical project, due eight hours from now, when he visits the client. When I left the workplace, it was 10 pm, so I decided to find a nearby restaurant to have dinner. As it turns out, there was a Chinese restaurant two bus-stops away (about 400m) that was still open, so I had a plate of diced beancurd and fried noodles there. It tasted real good.
After I finished dinner, I decided to walk another two bus-stops down the road. As I did, I realised that, despite nearly being run ragged today, walking down this particular road at night made me VERY happy. If I had all the time in the world to kill, I might have even considered walking the remaining 3 km back home instead of taking a bus. As it stands, however, I still have to go back to work tomorrow morning, so yeah.