It's 1.29am and I'm waiting, waiting for my hair to be semi-dry before I attempt to comb through and sleep on it. The moment I reached home postwork today I concussed out on my bed for a straight 3.5 hs. Woke up to bathe and only after calling up a friend somewhat indignantly after receiving two lousy sms-es from someone I expect better. But that's another story.

I suspect I may really have no time. I'm so tired. My head has been aching since 3pm today. I just want to sleep. But I must blog, however short, senseless and silly the entry is.

Rhetorical Questions of Tonight: Is Job Satisfaction overrated; Am I in a relationship with someone without knowing it (Am I pretending that I don't); Am I this Attractive and Compelling; Am I going to fall sick; Should I clear my leave at one shot?

Statement I disclaim responsibility for in its entirety: If A were jobless and someone offer A the same amount of cash to do what A is doing at this very moment in the same work environment and given A is not involuntarily and legally bound to commit, and able to make an informed choice, I believe A would, depending on her mood, able to give a myriad of responses accompanied by dramatic gestures and rich expressions. All would involve her rejecting the job though, ceteris paribus.

My head is splitting.