Potty.

Ok, so I've been going crazy about pots. I told Ger how throwing makes me feel, and she came with me to class yesterday. I told her, it's not wanting to be spiritual, but there's a calm and happy connection to understanding life contained in the inanimate and yielding molecules of sliding atoms. The analogies are bountiful and accurate.

On our drive down, we saw Dennis' car go past on his way to Estelle's. I flashed my lights and he braked. Carmunication. My phone has been so much more active lately. It's hard to understand- I've been contacted by such a limited range of people for the past year and now it's buzzing. So weird. So weird after being semi-hermited and liking it.

Foong found my diary, bless her! I was quite over ecstatic about it. I hate being naked in the office without it. Everytime I see an adult shop now, I think to myself, "Thai palace restaurant is beside the adult shop, which Krishna didnt mention incase DSC emails get scanned."

As non IT people, we have the assumption that there is a little man inside our computers reading out screens backwards and tattling on us if we do something non-work related. That theory was proved wrong since any scanning would have picked up on "virgin" and "protection" in the emails we sent talking about eating dim sum. Dim Sum is next week and I would like to have some dou fu fa.

Having 3 days off is bliss. I've not had a lack of things to do at all! :)

Been thinking more than usual lately, because of the time factor.

Life does not need to be and is not as jaded as it seems.

I was so wrong about that all.

I know what I want now. And it lies hidden in a quiet love affair with a divinity who is forever mine.