I should be sleeping right now, but I'm not. Not by choice, I can assure you. Not sure why, but yesterday and today I've been waking up at 12.30am for no reason. So here I am. Well, at least I can blog now :)

On Friday I met up with S and C over lunch to catch up. It's strange how the topics of conversation have changed from grousing about modules, BOSS, professors with indiscernable accents, the food at Food Haven, to the world of securities, credit cards, colleagues, bosses, working hours. But trust me, I still prefer the former. One thing remains certain and assuring - I'm not the only one who misses the casual wear of uni.

Stomach hasn't been well. Boss chased me home today, saying I look terrible. (She's one of those people who can say such things and yet make you feel the total un-terrible about it.) I do thank God for people like her and Pastor M. They are the Barnabases of my life :)

Finally finished Chapter 1 of the storybook adaption that I'm working with T on. I seriously never envisioned writing to be this hard. It's nothing like number crunching, where you can set aside 2 hours to finish a problem, and you know you'll get somewhere. Writing is like a balloon - it goes with the flow of the wind of inspiration. When it actually does blow, that is.

Alrighty, enough musings for a Monday night / Tuesday morning. Now, where's the sandman when I need him?