I wrote a message for the blog today, but it vanished in thin air after Blogger experienced some technical difficulties... Oh well. It just wasn't meant to be shared with everyone, I suppose.

It's 5:15 p.m., I'm at work and I'm in total danger zone. I have a week and a half left until I leave this job, but my motivation feels like it's dirt being sucked up by a vacuum cleaner on an infommercial (quick & impossibly seamless). I must find a way to buckle down and get the work done before I leave. Otherwise I'll be leaving the next person with a hurricane to pick up after, and my work reputation in shambles. So what am I doing writing in my blog right now, you ask? Pumping up the motivation, of course! In other words, trying to put in a few minutes of leisure time before I throw myself head first into a sea of paperwork for the next three or four hours. So this is what it's like to be a workoholic executive - minus about one hundred grand, of course.

I wish I could've started this entry with «I feel great, tons of energy, great outlook on life, etc»... But this cold is dragging me down and I'm sick of being sick. I bragged too hard about not being sick, and then a month ago I had the worse flu, and now this. Honestly, when I feel sick I feel like it's never going to leave and I'll feel wiped out for the rest of my life, so I'm anxious to beat this thing, and also for the next sunny day. But my family and friends are taking care of me - I even had a survival kit comprised of reading material, lozenges and chocolate delivered to my door by a very kind gentleman... Hey, does anyone remember that ex-boyfriend of mine who was frustrated with me whenever I felt sick, whether it was a stomach ache or a cold? Apparently he was never ill and couldn't understand how on earth other people could be so sensitive. Well, karma took care of that one by giving him the flu several times, a cold, a broken nose and four teeth knocked out the year that followed our break-up... Oh oh, that's something I should've thought and not written. But you know, when your own boyfriend leaves you alone on the street while you're throwing up in some bushes(flu, not drink-induced) because he's too embarassed to be seen with you, your compassion towards that person ends up flying out the window.

Ok, off to the land of paper and work I go, la-la la-la la...