*Sigh*

How life becomes a comic strip or a comic strip becomes life is one of the great mysteries of the world… It’s amusing I know and most times I do smile… It’s just, occasionally, I wonder why a comic strip can make me utter such a long, drawn out, heartfelt *sigh*

Did not feel like it was such a good day at the university despite the presence of most of the students registered for the course and the completion of the planned lecture for the day. Maybe it had something to do with the boy who snored right in the middle of the strategic planning process… And besides that despite my firm plan not to, have committed myself to an engagement I had no intention of attending…

In other news, actually have plans for the weekend on the lines of an old Beaconhouse reunion that I somehow ended up coordinating on Orkut of all places. As a cowardly, insecure, part of me wonders how I can avoid going and still live to tell the tale, the more dominant real me is actually SO looking forward to going… if only to see if the boys who were eeeeewwwwww and gross and had nasty kooties still have them And seeing as they are the ones who recognized me on orkut, I might in my generosity allow them to lay eyes on my beateous countenance. Hahahahahahaaaaaaa!!!!

Am sleepy… Wonder what mama will say if I dropped dead to the world at this hour…