On to life
Jan 11, 2005 in Curse-spouter
Haven't been online in a bit, haven't been chatting with pals in a bit, haven't been updating my blog with current states of affairs in a bit, and I haven't been me for a while, eh?
Actually I was hoping that the influx of photographs would be able to convince folks that things are okay, everything's fine… and maybe quit that, 'Eh, how are you?' question that keeps popping up to me in MSN.
Gah.
'Things are okay lah.'
'Okay only ah?'
'Eh what type of answer you want lah?'
'Don't know. Just tell me how you are lah.'
Like WTF? I just gave you the answer, 'I'm Okay.' Like, isn't that enough to tell you how I am? Ohhh… no I've got to go into the details, but when I talk about the details, wouldn't that bore the hell out of you.
So on to life. Let me tell you what's up. It's 2005 for heaven's sake, and I'm on to my first two Medical Cert-approved leaves of the year. I'm down with a flu, and it's getting better, yes, getting better, although I dread tomorrow when I go back to the office, to find, (I'm certain of this, yes)
- 1 stack of films awaiting checking and approval for press
- 5 chapters for a revised edition of the workbook I'm working on… waiting to be edited and marked up
- unlimited amount of reports to read and write
- an engorged list of spam in my mail box to sieve through…
I also, have a very, very bad hair cut. I now walk around like a rat came and bit off my hair, and what's left of me is really awfully school-girlish… this is terrible, terrible, because when I decided to let my hair grow out way back in 1997, I swore to myself that I would never allow anyone to coax me into sporting a boyish hair cut ever… but the hairdresser misheard my requests, and now… well… You can see the new me in Friendster… and no … uh… I don't look me anymore…
Gawd.
OK. I think the effects of my medication are kicking in… going to sleep now…. g'nite, folks.