the syndrome

Maybe it's just poor blood circulation on my part but my right hand hurts. That little nook between the middle finger and the ring finger. It's like, I can't seem to hold anything for long without the whole area going numb with pain. Selective carpal tunnel. How evil.

In anycase, I am the only one in the office. Literally. Even the Art Director is over at Sentosa. God knows what they're doing there. Last minute touches I suppose, hanging of banners and shit like that. Good that I have the office all to myself, no peeping over my shoulder to see if there's anyone catching me playing Bejewelled and random shocks when people come through the door.

Peace. For the time being.

So tomorrow is officially packed. From morning all the way till night. With luck I get to come in just a little later on Thursday. It'll be the qualifying rounds either way and I want to catch some sand action on the beach. That and rectify the ugly shitass tanline that I have. On body and feet.

There are times whereby solitude can be a blessing. A reprieve from this shitass noisy world that does nothing but make me despair. Then there are those times where I don't want to be alone and find any mean possible to surround myself with people. I think it's time to go on one of those short retreats, away from people and everything else.

The world is still stuck, at least my world. This level of bleak is about to reach an all-time high. So pardon me if I vanish for awhile. Would do me good. Damn it, all the more I can't wait for us to hit Bintan. If I had it my idealistic way, we'd be gone the weekend. Damn you reality! Seriously, damn you!