Nothing to wax lyrical about.

I am bored listening to all the dramamama bullshit at work that's all rounding up to be like another exciting episode on Jewel In The Palace, what with disgusting colleagues going to unimaginable heights tripod-ing their superiors in hopes for a better life. Or the superiors themselves, all vying for one more step up in their career ladder at the expenses of our poor souls. I'd very much prefer to be an audience, thank you very much.

The similarities between these drama serials and my work life are uncanny.
And I fear I may be watching a little too much Jewel.

Meanwhile, I misplaced my watch today, which depressed me somewhat for all of 19 minutes and 27 seconds. My Aunt Betty bought it as a present for me a few years back and I haven't worn another since. My left wrist felt frighteningly empty and naked. I need to wear a watch all the time. Ok. Not all the time. Sometimes when a G-shock just doesn't go with clothes meant for a nice dinner out. But I do need to see the time.

(This coming from someone who lives on a time zone 15 minutes later than the.rest.of.the.world.)

Heck it, I need a new watch for my birthday.