After the hard day I had yesterday I am spending at least 30 minutes this morning, websurfing to let off steam and just not feel like the work slave so much.

My friend from Nigeria called me this morning at 6am. She has hunky husband and adorable baby girl. She's bored with life, nothing to do except mind the job, the husband and the baby. Nothing else. Sometimes I wonder why married women tell us this, as if I wish I were you but you have no idea what I am doing. It just made me think of something that my mum used to say to my brother before he got married: Have all the fun now, with the women, the booze, the freaky parties, everything because one day the ball shall drop. As it was said in one of the books I am reading:
Eat Dessert First.

Uninteresting Guy and I talked last night. Yes, he finally picked up the damn phone, the stupid twit. I don't want to talk too much about it right now. I just hate to flog issues but then, again this is my issue and its repeating on my mind. If I say, hey I want to go out with this guy within two months I would hate myself and the decision, that's why I am not jumping into it so readily. But if I remember, eat dessert first, then I think, well, I might as well eat it now and wait for dinner a la night cap later.

There is so much to talk about and since the work isn't outstandingly unbearable I shall keep it coming, okay.

I think it is really sad that I watch American Idol. Sad. I promised no more brain-dead TV watching this 2004 and then I go devour the most brain-dead show of them all.