Missed Me?
I thought it wise to keep some of my thoughts to myself. Apparently, I rock people’s worlds without my knowledge (you know who you are). In fact, I have compiled all my thoughts, structured it, gave it names, and it is now halfway through a very complex story which I hope you, my freynds, and other people will get to read someday after my bloody suicide.
Of course, I’m joking.
Let’s see, what’s up with me. The lack of a social life has brought me right back into the arms of GMA Telebabad: My Name is Kim Sam Soon to Starstruck to Jewel in the Palace. I am reading a book called "Lucy Sullivan is Getting Married" which, as the first seventy-five pages have shown, is about a depressed girl. Ain’t it apt?
Next week is pretty busy for me since it’s my son’s birthday on the 18th and I am about to lose all of my money on french fries and hotdogs which is his basic food groups. After that, I’ll be busy with the set up of our company summer outing (my first in seven years — I hate the beach) on April 2&3. And the after that, uh, nothing. Maybe clean my room.
Nothing fun and amazing and shocking yet but I regard that as a good thing.
