16th December 2002
10.36pm.
A
day’s worth of phone calls has left me as good as dead. The incessant
throbbing on my lower back has successfully migrated to my temples. The last
time I had a headache like this was when my industrial was inserted. Building to
a migraine, this headache of mine is set to floor me tonight.
10 on
list, with a few more to go. *I think I can I think I can* Conformation
is what I need! Did I mention that rush jobs drive me insane? My tic tac supply
is running on an all time low. Caffeine, now one with my blood is what I hold
responsible for my insane and edgy behaviour.
Waiting for an answer has never been more agonising. No, hang on…it has. My point is that, I’m an impatient cow that needs answers the minute I need them. This behaviour is also called being demanding. Yes, I am demanding as well. Next all the horrid little things I am.
And while the galaxy waits to be transformed I sit here having a go at online quizzes.
Will
it need decorations? Streamers? No time for banners. Balloons maybe? Help!
Right it’s back to work now.
