I type this in Lotus Notes, concealing the vast tracks of time the sub-prime crisis has bequeath.

A single line I typed, then, as if the world could hear the rudimental silence here, my inbox turned into the Red Sea. The phone rings, the boss calls. After several hours of lull, the to-do list suddenly increases ten-fold. Right now, the boss is off to a meeting and my phone calls are unanswered. It's just me and Lotus Notes once again.

As Wednesday draws to a close, the weekend countdown begins with zest. The PC Show, the little sisters return from UK and Australia, the Anlene run, my grandfather's 80th.

Maybe when the Vaio sits amongst the riffraff on my desk, that'll be impetus to neaten things a little.

My blog's turning into a written commentary of my mundane days, I'm unsure if anyone even reads this dusty cyber journal anymore. I've forgotten why I even started blogging once upon a foolish time.

At 6, I'll dash off to shed the calories gained over the past two days.

So long and farewell. The interesting flecks of my life I'll sprinkle elsewhere from now.