I really don't know how this works.

Sales are up from last issue, and the next issue of the magazine will be really good too, possibly a chart topper. We've signed new clients that we had to beg before. Work is great.

Yet I am sitting here in this shell of an office listening to sad songs. I am so screwed up.


In other news we are moving to Macpherson, which I take is permission to eat anything I want. It's like 3 or 4 times the distance to cycle there from Clementi than to here at Science Park. Some 1.25" tires on the Volkswagen are due, making it more mustang, less moose.


Also, blah blah blah cake blah blah whatever. I don't even care what I want to say anymore.

Maybe I'll just sleep all of tomorrow away...