19th March 2002 (part 2)

Just finished a meeting. It's been pushed over to tomorrow and we'd have to come upwith 5 suggestions for articles each.

The John Kelly preview cries to be completed, and the overwhelming amount of noise right now is not helping.

Rang Bea, and she's actually awake. We're supposed to go shopping but I have no idea what time the next meeting is gonna be completed. And also if I'm gonna be getting dinner. I swear I'm getting fatter by the day. At the moment my mind is blank and the image of lush sinful chocolate cake hovers in my mind seductively.

*buurrrp* ... and the chocolate cake has been conquered. Does the fridge hold other delectable goodies?
Oh I so must get back to work. *sigh*

Once again the sounds a Jamiroquai plays on the comp. Oh and did I ever mention how Jay Kay looks funnily lush? Yeah i know.
Lethargy drapes it's sleepy cloak over me and forces my eyelids to shut unwillingly. And they are momentarily peeled open by John Kelly and his preview.

Recently irrate would describe me truly. Work stress perhaps? It's been awhile since that happened.

Outside the sun shines brilliantly to show how blue the sky is. It's been the second day of lush sunshine and haze free skies. I reckon I'm indoors too much to realise beautiful weather. Ah speaking of which, I had my dose of hazy suntan on Sunday at the F1, which mean I am undoubtedly once again tanned beyond comprehension. My forehead itches and my nose hurts when i crinkle it. Ah such lovely wonders of the sun. One thing still remains a question to me. Why do asian women try to hard to stay porcelian white when we live in a bloody tropical country? If they were white with a touch of pink in them they might just look half decent.

Work starts piling up and John Kelly remains unwritten. He's starting to annoy me.... badly. Writer's block Tuesday, just we need.

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