somehow i have settled into a more or less comfortable routine for work. it is strange but waking early is not as bad as i thought it would be. but, i often end up crashing out the moment i get home. my body still cant survive on 6 hours of sleep, it seems. at least the work days pass quickly amidst the odd and random things that crop in conversations with my fellow minion and our slave driver.

meanwhile, i am busy spending the money i have not yet received for my labours. the brother's bday was on sunday and i blew money i do not really have yet on his present. i bought him a very nice looking messenger bag from manhattan portage. i want one too!

i am also dreaming of a holiday, solar film for fiona, a new HU, a TV for my room, new clothes, shoes and a wallet. i must control myself and limit myself to only one of the above.

must control...