Quick trip for medical check-up confirms that I have no TB and is therefore fit to serbu the land downundah. I was okay until about an hour ago when I felt a great discomfort fall over me like a tidal wave and now, I have goosebumps. Discontentment. What a horrible feeling. I know I'm supposed to do something more. I see my January schedule starting to fill up my time. It's great but it could be better.

I had a strange dream the night before, A powerhouse lost in a sea of concrete was what I felt like. Also, It seemed for a split second that I was dating some guy and he dumped me. Then I was pissed at him AND the girl he left me for. Huh, Insecurity, so that's where you've been hiding. Prior to that, bedtime spooning with someone. I hate my subconscious... Sometimes.

The ovaries haven't yet started to talk but they have been elbowing me rather harshly in the ribs. Pray they don't talk anytime soon. Goddamn ovaries.

I'm browsing internet for the recipe for Buffalo wings with awesome hot-sauce for Bong's Birthday.
At the same time scowering the RMIT Interior Design website... Just to check what classes I'll be taking and which I can be exempt for.

E-mail to Dr. Saini is sent, called OT/PT to make appointment for next week, had lunch. The room still needs a bit more work. I moved my books to the bedside cabinet and the Albums to my work desk because I seriously have a lot of books which are seriously heavy -- not to mention a tonne of magazines.

I spoke towards a mirror today... and I found a mix of smugness and disgust when I talk and think of one group of people, a look of adoration and utmost respect for another group and the last group... of general annoyance. Interesting. Figure out which you one are? Hehehehe...