So, what happens if I lose enthusiasm for all communications at work? Answer: Pause whatever Im doing, take out the sketchbook, start doodling for a while, doze off and drool. Seriously, this is what I do. It is condonable though. Clients get on my nerves sometimes. Another thing that bugs me. Why do kids like to show off their new toys? Do they get satisfaction out of it? At the expense of other clueless kids who seem envious of their good fortune? Good fortune? Bah! It is pretty selfish and ignorant. Frankly, I doubt anyone cares. Stop it already. How can they tell if their toy is significant enough to be a gem (think Star Wars)? Usually, time and rarity signifies its value. For now, it's the fun of having something new that's causing the adrenalin rush. Little buggers. They sure grow up fast. Weekends are my favourite days of the week. And I strongly believe that waking up at 7am on either days is a cardinal sin. Nincompoopish? Not really. It's commonsense. Goodness, I seemed schizophrenic. But these seemd like ill-fated thoughts that is worth pondering on. Ill-fated? Nah. Misadventures perhaps. I saw the light and walked into it. Reincarnation seemed inevitable after, and yet, I am a coffee junkie still. *sheesh* And she rambles on and on and on....