My Beastie Brother - Tan BoyBoy trying on his new green contact lens After blogging, I went jogging with BoyBoy yesterday night. It is true that dogs are man's best companions. It seemed he knew that I was feeling down, hence, was not as mischievious as on normal days. Feeling desperate to talk over the phone, I called Fat Boy. Unfortunately, he was already asleep. Hung up disappointed. Wanted to call Accountant, but realized that I was still mad at him for his self-centred ways. Gave up the whole idea of calling up anybody and went online. Saw Christopher and said "hi" to him - Ultimately, he was turned off by the fact that I forgot his birthdate and he logged off. Nevermind, I couldn't do anything much to the limited storage of my brain. What's more, I was feeling down - Guessing & memory testing games were not for me yesterday.
Finally saw Ellen. We chat like the old days and boy, I was like I had Prozac. Felt happy and logged off. Indeed, it felt good to remove whatever that was clogging in the heart, be it anger, sorrow...However, when it was time to sleep, the dosage of Prozac wore off and tears rolled down abit before I dozed off to slumberland.
Supposed to be on leave today, but due to some interview issues, I had to go back to the office. Murmured a draggy and soft "Morning" to Boss when he happened to walk pass the moment the lift door opened. Didn't feel like talking to him. Felt dull and negative towards him. Work was stagnant with the many useless resumes, but time passed fast. Went for a lacklustre prawn noodle lunch with Adeline, Eugene and the rest. Boo...Came back to the office for my last interview for the day before I went back home.
The feeling of standing on the escalator while it was going downwards in the afternoon was fantastic - it meant the remaining afternoon didn't belong to the company; it belonged strictly to me : ) So happy to slack at home, pat Boyboy and gobble 3 mangoes.
This is life.
