Isn't it crazy how the weekend just zooms past? Every Monday I look forward to Friday and when Friday comes, it ends all too soon. And Saturday and Sunday are just a blur. Time is passing week by week and I can feel it but it's not all that slow.

Stubbed my toe in the office today. It hurt like hell. For a while. I was walking across the office when my toe just hit the wooden panelling at the bottom of the wall (I'm sure there's a term for it. It's not "cornice" right? Those are on the ceiling no? It's not "border" either right? Oh well...). Anyway, I kinda went, "Arrrgh....shitshitshitshitshitshit....arrrrrrghhh....". Pardon the shits. It REALLY hurt.

Got a call at the office today. It's really strange when I get calls 'cos the receptionist will go, "Melissa Kong, line __" and it feels strange to hear my almost-full name called out like that. The last time someone said "Melissa Kong", I was in some sort of trouble. Anyway, they have to use my surname 'cos there's another Melissa and she's currently on maternity leave. And someone once told a caller looking for ME, that I was on maternity leave. So as you can see, it is ESSENTIAL that the "Kong" is included.

Sigh... the evenings are too short. They are way too short. You come back, have dinner, watch a bit of TV, take a shower, check mail and BAM! your evening's gone. Just like that. I lament the brevity of the nights.