Saturday — 12 Rabi us Sani 1426 — 31 Vaisakh 1927 — 21 May 2005
Three apologies. Two pieces of news. Two good news. Two bad news.
Apology One : I am sorry that I you have been deprived of my excellent writing skills lately.
Apology Two : I am sorry that I have not been able to keep up with your lives and blogs.
Apology Three : I am sorry that this post is so severly psychotic that I am the only one who will be able to enjoy it.
News One : I have just been transferred into a new department and I absolutely adore my boss and all the people who are senior in my new department. I love working. I love working. I love it.
News Two : I have been observing office hours of nine to ten. Include driving and that makes eight to eleven daily and with two hour relaxations on Saturdays.
Good News One : I did not miss my periods, so I am definitely not pregnant.
Good News Two : I have stopped eating foods that make my look like a fat disgusting pig.
Bad News One : I was at the office and I accidentally fell asleep on my chair, then I woke up with a very loud snort, everyone looked at me, it was embarrasing.
Bad News Two : After reading good news one I realized that I have indeed gone beyond and into the bad, bad place.