Friday, May 02, 2003

I just had me some barbequed spare ribs, and they're resting quite nicely in my tummy right now.
Unfortunately, I've developed a serious case of Ethnic Fatigue. Wonder if I can get away with taking a nap in the board room...
It's been two days since my last blog....and STILL no sign of spare ribs.
I may just have to go get 'em myself.

C.O.T.
It's Friday...
I know I should be rejoicing and doing cartwheels etc., but I don't feel like I have anything to look forward to for the next 2 days.
Maybe it's because there were so many bank holidays recently that my internal "Weekend-Detector" is all screwed up, and now sub-conciously, I think it's Monday!

Tuesday, April 29, 2003

I'm sitting here, minding my own business, quietly doin' some work,
when ALLUVVASUDDEN I got this unbelievable craving for meat!! I know..wierd.
And not just ANY meat either....barbequed spare ribs.
I think I kind of....need it right now. It's like this powerful yearning that's emanating from the very core of my being.
It's almost as if I don't get some spare ribs soon, I might have to chew on someone's arm.

Monday, April 28, 2003

National Heroes' Day Activities:
This morning I tried my hand at bakes again...and they PULLED, if I do say so myself!

Washed BOTH my parents cars...

Went to the beach. Why do people have to go and play cricket on a crowded beach? It makes NO sense.

Went to Ballroom.

I'd say it was an 80% productive day!

Sunday, April 27, 2003

Last night I dreamed I was a member of some group who were carrying out a plan to destroy the Earth.
Now, it wasn't MY idea to destroy the Earth, and I certainly didn't WANT it to happen, but I wasn't as upset about it as I could've been!
The plan was to set off this Super-Missile/Bomb in a strategic place on the planet to cause world-wide flash-flooding....and all I could think about was how I hoped I would die in the explosion and NOT the flood!
And then, I looked at the clock and realised that we only had 21 hours left until the End Of The World, so we all had to scramble around to try to enjoy our last moments alive. I remember I was lookin' for someone to smooch.
How bizarre....I wonder what it all means.



C.O.T.
I hate feeling invisible...and I hate being around people who make me feel invisible.