1 pm, May 29th

Come already!
Exam results. I want to know you. Not because I want to want to, but because I need to, because it will continue driving me insane until I see it.
You know, good grades don't guarantee anything. My prof was telling me of an engineering Phd student who sells insurance now. Then there's the perennial Bush example. Gawd, am I already making excuses? I'd almost rather sell insurance than be Bu... Nah. Well, I dowan to come across as... but there are worse things? Please? Yes?
Aiyo. Will this be my worst sem due to dealing with the black dogs, mine ( the mini pinscher puppy version) and his (the full grown mastiff beast)?
Would it be a good sem since those dratted hounds sent me up the work trail, in denial?
My frontal lobe is spazzing. Patience, it is less than 37 hours away.

Singapore-Penang, the condensed week.

Nyeh! Ages since that sodden number.

And after:

Shifted from the mucho mucho lupped but overtly heated D3 room to my boxed up C3 corner.

Caught Star Trek (which ended up waaaaaaaay more decent than expected, perhaps it helps that i'm not a Klingon-sputtering, Spock-worshipping, Trekky).

live long and prosper y'all

Drank ourselves silly on boys birthday but had loads of strange fun, on hindsight only haha.
Got me forehead scraped.
Flew home.
Got a fringe to hide scrape which displeased me mam. Rawrs! I now look 12 according to my 18 year old sister (who looks 10 hoho).
Scrape recovered. Curses at fringe.
Prepping for Swami Nithyananda's visit. Typing oodles of forms and prepping spreadsheets.
Shall disappear for a week of meditation, vegetarian food and cool mountain air.

Not working.

Sometimes it feels like I'm trying too fucking hard.