Life is like that.

I woke up with with a sad, sad frown this morning. What a way to greet my Maker. But honestly, in the economy of events, I'm barely getting by. It seems that I've long forgotten what it feels like to be on top of things. But at least I have my sanity to be proud of given the fact that it's clear I ain't always happy as a clam.

It was only after an entertaining discussion with the tripartite in church, and after a long conversation with a dear friend that my plunging spirits took two right turns. But it would be going too far to say that nothing good came out of the boo-hoo. Now I have a fresh, cathartic song to share with my siblings at the upcoming chalet. Three cheers to that.

In relation to the chalet again, Willem Dafoe didn't pick up, so I didn't get to talk to him about what we wanted to have him around for. And his Queen Latifah of course. The pair would definitely spice things up at the barbecue. Chinese jokes, random anecdotes, free toffees and the like.

Well, I'm off to read Celebration now, then maybe continue with Prac 31, depending on how confident I am of my work-discipline for tomorrow.