Gruelling week...
Man this has been a totally gruelling week. Work was hell - late nights, early Saturday morning too, lack of sleep AND, in hope that I will be more "relaxed", I went for Boxercise yesterday followed by a really CRAPPY movie (it was Boogeyman. Why did I watch it? Lesson of the day: If you're too tired to decide on the movie, do not let a B-film fan pick the movie.
And - don't watch at Eng Wah - they seem to have a severe shortage of projectionists. The movie had no sound for the opening scene, and Arty, the hero that he is, had to run up and yell through the projection room's hole for the guy to fix it, and there was noone there! Creepy!)
Now I'm wiped out, feeling hassled and malcontent...and I still plan to paint the house on Good Friday weekend AND sacrificing a very dear mahjong session with dear friends in the process...argh...there's no rest for the weary...
So I'm now soaking in the therapy of Janet Seidel's "comme ci, comme ca" and woo... it feels like the stroke of satin on a tired body and mind. Oui, although mon Francaise c'est terrible, it's not the language of les chansons, mais la voix de la chanteuse (don't nitpick, it's been years daarhling).
Je suis fatigue...
Man this has been a totally gruelling week. Work was hell - late nights, early Saturday morning too, lack of sleep AND, in hope that I will be more "relaxed", I went for Boxercise yesterday followed by a really CRAPPY movie (it was Boogeyman. Why did I watch it? Lesson of the day: If you're too tired to decide on the movie, do not let a B-film fan pick the movie.
And - don't watch at Eng Wah - they seem to have a severe shortage of projectionists. The movie had no sound for the opening scene, and Arty, the hero that he is, had to run up and yell through the projection room's hole for the guy to fix it, and there was noone there! Creepy!) Now I'm wiped out, feeling hassled and malcontent...and I still plan to paint the house on Good Friday weekend AND sacrificing a very dear mahjong session with dear friends in the process...argh...there's no rest for the weary...
So I'm now soaking in the therapy of Janet Seidel's "comme ci, comme ca" and woo... it feels like the stroke of satin on a tired body and mind. Oui, although mon Francaise c'est terrible, it's not the language of les chansons, mais la voix de la chanteuse (don't nitpick, it's been years daarhling).
Je suis fatigue...
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