Need. Sleep.

I apologise for the long waits each time before you guys actually see an entry sprung up here.
I cannot even begin to tell you how superbly busy I am everyday.
Oh yes, i DO knock off at some point in a day, but i don't carry my butt home straightaway, you see.
I have obligations to my boyfriend and a small hand-full of chums, whom i sadly admit to neglecting for some time.
(I can hear you yelling 'AY!')

Anyways, even if i get home right after 5.30pm, the moment my eyes set sight on my beloved bed (i swear it is the best place on earth), *POOF!* ... im the the land of pink peppercorns & fluffy white clouds in a jiffy.

Seriously, i cannot keep awake very long at home. Especially not in my room. My pillows have learnt the art of hypnotising, and my nice warm blankie beckons me so. Even my 5 white ceiling bulbs have decided to die on me, leaving me plunged in darkness save for the other 5 dimmed orange, & my side table lamp. Best setting to entice me into a romantic getaway with my lovely, lovely bed and lock arms with my bolster in an intimate embrace. Haha.


On another note, I have a super VVIP visiting my office tomorrow and we’re all tense about it here. Everything has to be in order. Clearing up forgotten junk in the corner, wiping everything clean, bothering to find out information about ANYTHING and EVERYTHING so as not to appear like a dumb blonde when he does ask. Customer’s accounts must be spick and span, our presentation slides must be well-rehearsed, etc etc.
Everyone here is super stressed, as our year-end bonuses depend on this very guy and the impression we give him about us. Sigh…

Anyhow, I can’t decide what to have for dinner.