I have 11 agendas in line for action. I wonder how they managed
to assemble up there. Have I not been working hard enough?
I feel like doing something to my perpetual messy hair. Yes, the
question is is it even necessary? Not quite. Yet, I really do enjoy
doing something nice for myself. Work is definitely not nice at
this moment. Mummy dearest's coughing is really bad now. She
can barely talk. I suspect the eccentric weather is not doing her
any good. I think I lost the french guy already. Fatigue is not sexy.
