I hope Michael Jackson goes to heaven.

Last night I randomly awoke at 3.30am from my sleep and has Milo and cracked pepper table waters with cranberries as a midnight snack, whilst watching MJ's memorial service live. This morning I am feeling so bloated but feel like eating non-stop.

I had a fight with Jx last night. It's so duh.

I am so buried in work. Seems like I am booked on every single project there is on the program such that I need 4 clones.

I feel bad for turning people down all the time these past 2 weeks. Feel especially bad towards SMWP and IKT and RBC-S and PB-LB. I know that they have been trying to accomodate me but my time is really tight....

In addition my menses is not late on 49 days as of today. It's a recurring distressing cycle that is probablt made worse by the anti-anxiety pills that I have been prescribed with. My weight is now a permanent astronomical figure and I am fat beyond belief.

It's all about me. Too much of me. I'm just in a very very bad mood, ok?

Now my work travel plans are affected. Instead of going to Melbourne for the SRS I am likely to be seconded to Jarkarta very soon to do some fire-fighting for the GL component.

StewPede idiots.