but we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day...

It seems work really IS good for something other than paying for phone bills and parmigiano...

Don't ask me why [I'm not a doctor] but somehow, reading blogs, emailing, window shopping for furni on ebay, extending the infinitismal amazon books wishlist and trawling SMH online just doesn't seem to make the day go as fast as like, doing boring work stuff does.

I don't get it.

I procrastinate for what seems like ALL DAY, and I still have hours left before me. But the minute I start to embark on my tedious to-do list, BAM!, day gone, all over...

I think I have discovered an alternate time space continuum.