[10/11/2002 1:37:06 AM]

Could it be possible to have too much of a good thing?

It's been a terribly rainy day. And this seems to have a coordinated feel to how I'm feeling these days as the end of the year draws closer. Sinking feeling? Yes feels much like it.
It's one of those weekends again. Not that its a complain to me. To be honest if he wasn't around I'd just spend my weekends working. I mean, what else is there to do otherwise? Partying is literally work or more like it's so work to me that I don't know how to not think of it as work anymore. And sitting down staring at walls alone with n real purpose is just terrible (if you haven't anything to daydream about that is).

Craving for a warm bottle of Port. An old git's drink? Yeah shows how much I'm aging these days. Also, I'm considering a move of my entries to blogger mode, with a direct link from my entries page. Makes it easier for me to edit i guess.

Last night at Stewart's birthday dinner/PR-fest, I managed to pick up a few job contacts from Richard and Johan while at Bilique. New mags are springing up like mushrooms these days. Well, just means more jobs for me.

And if annyone's even wondering (yes, please do) I am still feeling horridly ill that I'm not back in Cardiff. Despite the fact that I've been rather happy these days. But it's such a terrible feeling that I"ll never be back again. It's childish and terribly whingy, and that I should've gotten over it by now but with my life displaced tragically like this, i canot help but sink into this incessantand tormenting state of whinge.

Oh and i've gotten a haircut. Incredibly short (compared to my previously irratating Rapunzel length). Which the boyfriend doesn't seem to mind (he reckons I resemble a Lemming now). Don't we all feel loved.

Alright then, the need to do something productive (been asleep for the whole day literally-2am now) is kicking in. Ahh let's go watch some tv then.

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