Halfway through the week

Midweek and still alive. I'm proud of the fact that I'm still hanging on without lapsing into severe depression as well as disturbed with my inability to place a white envelope on my boss' table.

I always did wonder why it has to be a white envelope. I mean, does it matter anymore at that point in time? Maybe if I hand him a neon pink envelope, it would help speed up the process? Just a thought...

Tonight is the ex-C'nites gathering, and a proper one at that since P gave in her own neon pinkie. I'm so proud of her for staying as long as she has and incredibly amazed by her tenacity and strength to keep going in a company better dubbed as "House of Flying Daggers".

So it's been a chockablock week with more appointments coming up and over the weekend as well. Methinks that I'm deliberately doing this to myself so that I won't have alone-time to face my fears and make a proper and final decision. Coward is me.

On to bleaker stuff, the Boyfriend paid some S$300 this afternoon to the men in green for failing to keep up with his part-time physical fitness regime. What a terrible waste! I can think of many many things to do with S$300. Shoes, bags, food, more alcohol, ebay... But I'm sure he is pretty bummed out about it so I shall be an angel and keep my trap shut. At least for today.



Location: 14th floor of misery
Current Condition: 10 mins more to freedom & happiness
Music: none