glad the week has ended

A very good friend of mine wrote a general mail to all her friends saying she had an accident right iin front of her house on the 24th of July. Gosh! I can't even remember what I was up to that day. She was apparently hit by a car that swerved and hit her violently tossing her in the air and dropping her onto the ground just before it proceeded to try to trample on her before they stopped the creepo.

I was so shocked I didn't know what to say. It's one thing that I haven't heard from her in a while but to hear from her and its bad news, it's bad. I sent her a vague note, asking her to thank God, cos' so will I? And to praise Him everyday for sparing her life in such a devastating event.

I am glad the week has ended. No particular reason it wasn't a bad week, I am just glad it's over. I get tired when people make you responsible for their bills, for every call to a bill collector, to a mortgage company, telling you why they haven't paid and asking you to plead with the mortgage coy or whatnot on their behalf. WTF! IT shouldn't be my problem, I have enough of it as it is, I have bills too, and I whine even though to myself and online so you all should learn to do the same. I wasn't exactly slammed with work this week so I felt kind of redundant at work. But with the little I had I tried my best to work all of them out. However, the problematic phone calls were getting on my nerves.

There are several things I wish to buy and I am just hoping I have what it takes to suck it all in and buy them:

1) A Louis Vuitton bag. Don 't ask and I shan't tell. From the prices I saw I may just settle for a wallet. the only problem is, I don't carry wallets.
2) Those mini computer thingies that you carry around, PDAS, whatever that stands for. Just in case I get stuck in traffic and I want to write something down or I have a great idea for my story I can write them down in there. After being trapped in that one hour traffic jam on monday, I wished I had some kind of recreation to keep me sane.

I hope God helps my friend to heal. KIt's too gory a tale to have it happen to someone you love.

I was somewhat amused by the blackout in New York. I have often noticed how completely reliant this country is on power, electricity, so I knew that a blackout would devastate them. I come from Africa where there is power 20 % of the time, we know what to do when there's none and we celebrate when there is. I remember all my battery-operated radios, and TV sets, and sleeping naked at night just so you don't burn up, and having to battle the mosquitoes just as well. It's horrid but I suppose those experiences prepare you for the extreme and let you know that there is an opposite end to all that, so don't trust that power is the only way to survive. Western World should wake up and smell the hardships of reality, all these exotic living, is too bourgeoisie where I'm from. If it did happen in georgia, I wouldn't even bat an eyelid, time to break out the candles, and learn how to heat up food with real flames, somehow the food turns out tastier too.

That was a scintillating tale for the week.