Cheers, darling.

I supposed when you're tied down with so many things there's really nothing vaguely pseudo-philosophical to talk about, which really is the general direction this site is going towards; to inspire everyone out there and unleash their inner Deepa Chopra like I've always done with my life.

But all I ask for is to be able to squeeze in a little me-time, so that I could watch Jennifer Hudson wail her way through the Oscars for Dreamgirls, so that I could show the world my inner Bono by talking on the Motorola Red Razr - if I finally get around to purchasing it, so that I could finally take some photos for my school application and so that ______(insert any other non-work related nonsense)__________________.

It's not that I am so horribly busy. It's just that I am so fuckingly horribly busy, what with a billion things that require my immediate attention. Because world annihilation would ensue if otherwise.

So give me a bloody pay rise. Or else.