It's now 6.00pm on the dot, and by right office hours are over for me, but I came late this morning so I'm "paying back" the minutes by staying late. It works for me and for Husband, and hopefully for the company too. Haha. Husband is now downstairs waiting for me.

I don't actually have anything to blog about, other than to state that I had the most tiring day at work today. Suddenly 3 documents needed to be settled immediately, which kindof shocked my system a little bit, and I had to open a can of Coke to just perk me up abit so that I will have the energy to get things going.

Thank God for the Coke that I bought during lunch with Maj.

I have a colleague whose husband does that too - drinks Coke before he does stuff so that he has the energy to do it. Haha.

Next week is the start of a whole new week - meaning gym and diet. Ok, maybe not diet, because somehow that word conjures up such brutal images in my head, and makes me guzzle up food like there's no tomorrow, today. So I shan't think that I'm dieting. I'm just going to the gym, hopefully my colleagues will follow suit.

I'm serious, each time I think I'm going to start dieting tomorrow, today I will be eating like mad. My head goes "I have to finish all these food TODAY, so that tomorrow they can't entice me. Coz they are already in my tummy."

But you know, the next day the diet doesn't start for a number of reasons (namely Husband asks me out for lunch, as he does daily, and eating lunch with him - or any meal of the day, for that matter - is never light.)

So we repeat the process of thinking that the diet starts tomorrow, and that food-guzzling starts tonight, and so my weight goes up and up and the diet doesn't ever start and I just get fat.

I dont know how we got into this talk of dieting, but I think it's time to go back. Husband is quite a nagger / naggist .. what's a person who nags? So I better get going. Bye all.