this might be the sadest night of my life. i'm in bed reading stuff for work. i have piles of it. and i have just realised that i actually know what i'm talking about. sad. details of a bunch of random shit loosely tied together. and i know it. sad. and i'm listening to cheap trick. sad.

at least i get to wear my new pyjamas. purchased in sydney. aren't they beautiful. not that you can really see them. but there is a hint of them. down there at the bottom of the photo.

today i was in a meeting with a dynamic husband and wife duo. i was next to wife. husband was talking and i was absent mindedly drawing hearts. never mind why i was drawing hearts, but they have NOTHING to do with husband. i turned my head slightly and realised wife was looking at the hearts. so i had to quickly change my drawings into flowers and make a point of drawing hearts everytime anyone spoke. it became tiresome. and now my notebook is covered in hearts like i'm some love crazed teenager. awesome.

also i was subjected to romantic advice from near strangers today. what the? do i have desperado written across my face somewhere. oh well. i do appreciate it when people tell it like it is. so maybe i should be more appreciative of the feedback. as it was i stood there stunned and couldn't wait to get somewhere where i could IM my friends and get their interpretations. when i finally did get to my computer to IM they were so unhelpful. i need friends without lives so that they can get wrapped up in mine and be more full time advisors. it is my dream. but as it is my friends are all together too well rounded for such indulgence. shame.

anyway, i need to get back to commenting on contracts or whatever. sigh.