16th December 2002
It's 5.16am.
Dawn is near. And I fear that today will be another 4pm upper starter. Can't afford that with the amount of side projects that need to be ironed before mid-week.
My womb aches in minute proportions, which is not a good indication at a time when voluminous waves of pain should be pounding me from the inside. Healthy? Not sure.
With less than a week to table a quick proposal on the site's (not this one) little sell-it project and research some brilliant q's for the LTJ Bukem interview, this sure is starting to make me nervous. And when I'm nervous, my womb aches. I would settle for butterflies in the stomach any day. Nevertheless, hustle and bustle has always had an addict in me, making it all the better to work with. Albeit the snap and edge I exert.
Finally I find the designer to the collection I seek. Phoebe Philo. Unfortunately, tracking down pictures of her collection is just downright painful...as with most things today.
I think it's time for sleep. Although instincts tell me that the sandman missed my bed tonight. It happens when you're not in it for 2 weeks. Or if you have an erratic (note: ERRATIC) sleeping patterns.
That's it, sandman is gonna have to come around. And if i have to bang my head against the wall, so be it.
