I had a wonderful day today, meeting a sweet prof, hanging with good ol friends, studying with like-minded peeps, finishing work (that is only due in January). Later the boyfriend calls and we head down to Vivo City and later to Ikea laughing, play-fighting and just being stupid about things.

But the best thing that happened all day was to have Isabelle MSN me frantically with regards to my nickname (talk about wearing your heart out on your sleeve). She pours her heart out in a bid to walk me through my issues. I only found a sweetheart.

Keep warm, keep safe, you.

And Belmont. So you complain that you no longer see your name on my blogposts. Well ladies and gentlemen, this was Belmont's lastest contribution to my ruminatory patterns:

Do cats suffer from post-natal depression?

I'd like to poll the audience.

So from 8 pm - 10.30am, the brother, the boyfriend and myself watched two and a half hours of non-stop family guy.

And from 8pm - 12.30am, the brother and myself watched four and a half hours of non-stop family guy. 13 episodes.

And from 8pm - 2.30am, the brother watched six and a half hours of non-stop family guy.

Life is pefect.

Oh! And this afternoon Ziig reminded me of the importance of rest and quietness.

Thou shalt not doubt that this love is real.
If you don't love her, your best friend will.

Thanks to Ziig's challenge to me, things have been going on quite well. In fact, I am seriously considering dropping him out of my life entirely, that he would cease to exist.

It ends here. It needs to end here. It must end here.