All in a day's work... and overtime

One major reason why I was a bit apprehensive to start a new blog was because of my propensity to keep ranting until day's end. Though I am not a high maintenance type of person, there are occasions when I find myself complaining about the littlest things. I swear, there is a difference between high maintenance and being whiny. I'm just not in the right mood to debate about it right now.

So yeah, here I go again, ranting my life away. I'm annoyed, extremely, but let's not dwell on that. Was it Wendy who said think happy thoughts? I think. Ok.

First off, I'm starting to read again.

Honestly, being forced to write everyday is getting quite tedious, especially if you don't really like the topic. Nevertheless, it's work and it's got to be good, otherwise I'd be out the window before you can say deadline. So by learning how to produce better work, I've decided to start hitting the books again, a luxury I've been robbed off since I entered college.

Right now, I'm reading my boss' book called "Even a Moron with a Dream..." and it's not bad for his first publication. Of course, this would entail another review to be written, but that's gonna be for our magazine, not here.


But if you chance upon it in your local bookstore, go ahead. It's a light read.

Once I'm done with that, I resolve to spend all my free time on something I just bought yesterday. It's by Steve Martin, who apparently, wrote Shopgirl too. Because I thought that story was quite brilliant, I was hoping this would be too.


Please resurrect my love for reading again by living up to your title.

I was also tempted to buy this other one but I guess it's way passed my prime. Still, I believe it deserves to be on this entry, purely for posterity's sake.


Now this is something every bitter woman will want. But that's not me...anymore.

(Whew, just talking about books got me on a high again!)

I don't think I need a second or third happy thought to brighten up my night because whatever has got me pissed is done, and I can't turn back time. I know that there will be more blood baths in the future, so I really have no choice (translation: I may as well buy the most stylish battle gear I can afford to lift my spirits).

After this note, I will try my best to stop being such a brat about things I'm not directly suffering for. I'm just so so SO at the brink of just typing until my keypads burn, but forget it. I'd rather run away with my Prince Charming on Skype.

Geez, my life is quite sad.