Woke up this morning with E's pajama top wrapped around my waist. It was almost as satisfying as having his actual arm wrapped around my waist. Keyword being almost.

I'd do a countdown, but coincidentally, the day of our joyous reunion is soured by the four hour horror that is Assessment Centre... a.k.a. the day where people decide whether or not I deserve to be in a higher pay bracket. We're looking at a 100% increase of my hourly wage here...


Also... the words 'four hour horror' seem to flow quite nicely. Probably because of the repetition of the various 'O's, 'U's and 'R's.

Damn it, E! Why can't you be taller? Found the cutest pair of black platform sandals for only $15... and I can't buy them because I would tower above him. Grrrrrrrrrrr

I cannot WAIT till after Assessment Centre... I can finally paint my nails again. They look so naked without any colour, the poor babies. And they've finally stopped peeling. Yusssssssssss

You and I, we may not be picture perfect. But we fit perfectly together in our own quirky little way.

Domperidone can be used to treat GORD that is non responsive to histamine receptor antagonists. I thought it was weird when I saw it on a script, but hey, you learn something new everyday.

Also, less than a month until I see E!!! (also, less than a month before Assessment Day, a.k.a. the day of doom, but we're ignoring that)

Sometimes, I feel too content and happy and I miss angst. Then I realise that I should probably stop spiralling down in this rather destructive thought pattern and ruin my own happiness.

So there you go, E. You have successfully made me into one happy marshmallow. I don't know how you managed it despite my trust issues, but I am incredibly content, even though you are not here with me.

I need alone time. Well, I just need to sleep in. Daylight saving does my head in and I wake up feeling that my quality of sleep is rather shoddy.

I am refusing to play any more piano until after Assessment Centre. And B. can play as much as he wants until then because I honestly cannot be bothered trying to play as well as him (admittedly, he plays very well). Bro, if you want to play, then by all means. Unfortunately, Aunty picked me. Sucks to be you.