Rolled out of bed at quarter to nine this morning as the insomnia last night took its toll on my recently-acquired morning clockwork. A sluggish start meant a sluggish morning walk to the bus stop, to the connecting bus and to the office. Of course the pain in my right foot(developed this during the 84run and it flared up towards the end of my run last night) didn't help and I was the quintessential slow-and-steady-bom-pee-pee.

Got to some contracts and caught up with No.3 who was still wracked by his bout of diarrhea, apparently caused by seafood. Made me reminisce about my own food poisoning hell from la la, but more on that another time. What was palpable was that the whole department was generally lethargic and out-of-sorts, and my boss noticed too cos he remarks at lunch which we had at Ghim Moh food centre today, "We need a legal retreat. Everyone is tired." So i enquire what does a legal "retreat" (being the key word to me) entail as notions of a weekend at shangri-la rasa or a beach resort float through my thoughts.

"The afternoon away from the office doing some exercise", answers my boss which instantaneously sends my wishful thoughts crashing. Retreat. What a misnomer. Bleagh. Anyways hurry off to IMRE in NUS where I'm giving a talk to the research institute I'm covering, part of the fortnightly client engagement sessions Legal does. Pretty well-received by the thirty strong audience, and twas good to put a face to some of the voices I've been dealing with, and getting high blood pressure from I might add. Oh and embarassingly they have a an A3 poster publicising the talk with my name plastered in HUGE letters. Thank goodness they didn't plaster a picture too. Tho apparently twas needless cos apparently I had been googled. Bleagh.

Headed back to the office to finish up an agreement and answer some odds and ends, and whaddya know it's 730pm already. I walk to the pantry to wahs my mug and realise EVERYONE's gone! Even the other departments are empty. And *gasp* my boss was long gone when the hour hand came to 7. So to home I go, frustrated by bus 48 yet again as transit conspired to make me wait 25 minutes to make what should be a 5 minute route home a 45minute double bus journey.

Showered, watched sportcentre, cooked instant noodles, then more tv and even chatted with mum for a change. My mood must be be improving. Why for sure... Cos even tho I was sad to find out I won't see her this sunday but only next week, today, she called me baby.

Hee.