Lots of Nothing

Despite the late nights and resultant exhaustion, I've gone through my two Margaret Atwoods and am now on to Colette. (I didn't tell you about Colette but I really, really wanted it and my good pal Mary found a copy of Cheri and The Last of Cheri at Pay Less Books, whereupon she uttered a shrill scream, grabbed the book, paid for it, and presented it to me. My friends are so nice)

It starts off with a guy and a pearl necklace. Am I supposed to take that at face value?

Snigger, snigger.

Work has been swirling and eddying around me. I feel the waves lap at my ankles, cold and slightly strange. Ah well.

Tomorrow's the last day before the festive break. People are already making their exodus out of KL. Driving to work today was wonderful. There was a noticeable dimunition in crazy traffic. I love KL when all the crazies (excepting me) have left. I can wander around shopping centres, my favourite bookshops, without bumping into a thousand other bodies. I will probably also get to the Sex and the City box set that I purchased last Saturday and haven't watched yet.

Time to kick up my heels and do lots of nothing.