Now this is what I call multi-tasking , people. Im blogging, researching and writing at the same time. Whooo!! I think this blog needs a facelift again. And we all need a vacation, horse tranquilizers and a boxset of Family guy. Now that's what I call fun. Had morning coffee with Will and Benita in the Neelsie , it was great seeing B again as I rarely get the chance (she's doing honours in biochemstry). Strangely, its Wednesday night, and in Stell that means going out and waking up the next morning with a monstrous appetite for cola and very little recollection of what you did the last night. (Ive only once forgotten what I did the previous night. As it turns out, it was quite alot) - I don't really feel like going out. Is it age? Or is it just that all the fun has been sucked out by constant work and worry?
Have you ever been in a conversation where someone first checks you out (not in a good way, the up-and-down-oh-my-word-look-what-the-cat-dragged-in look) BEFORE they greet you? And then they have the audacity to purse out an insincere comment about your hair/clothes etc? ouch!!
Anni 
