05 August 2008
9:45 PM
I desperately need to do my readings, but the opportunity refuses to present itself unto me. It is the second day of work, I come home with a minor headache from all the claims I have to do. I guess one good thing about this last job is I know for sure I can't take a 9 - 6 job.
I have a newfound respect (and disdain) for Health Benefit policies; the headers always start out perfectly magnanimous, until the 5th line when the Exceptions start rolling in. But money bores me, numbers bore me; looking out for financial discrepancies TIRES me; this my mum is most disappointed about. She did so want me to become a mini-her banker.
So many things to update, so little energy. But this month is going to be fun: juggling work, applications to fly off, multiple fellowships, freshers camp (that I am still hesitant over).
What I hear calling me:
my vitaminD&K non-fat milk (which tastes like water), the walnut loaf, vanilla pudding and californian greengrapes.
Comfort food for the long long night ahead; because I'm afraid of the nightmare.
And when I woke up I had the most terrible unimaginable ache in my heart, that wouldn't go even as I trudged in morning sun (there goes the skin damage) to work.
I dreamt I couldn't say goodbye.
