Today started with a visit to my eye doctor at SGH. Or so I thought. I had it in my head the appointment was on Tuesday at 930am... that is until I handed the card to the nurse at SLC in SGH. She looked up at me like I was some idiot and said "It's 22 June. That's yesterday."

"Oh," was all I managed. I was dumbstruck. It was there on the card all along. I even looked at it cos I remember the 22. Yet my brain had programmed it to be appointment today. How embarassing. And weird for me, cos I'm usually pretty good with my schedule.

I bit hard and arranged the make-up appointment, set for monday cos all of this week was full of meetings, deadlines and work. Then I realised that was partly it. I was in tunnel vision due to the funk I was in and work had gotten progressively worse in the past month without me noticing. Abit like that frog story. When u put the frog into a beaker of hot water it jumps right out. But if you put the same frog into a beaker of cool water and slowly raised the temperature to boiling, it'd be perfectly fine staying in the beaker and being boiled alive. My mind was getting fried from all the work and thoughts and permutations.

Grabbed a cab back to FP. Wrong cab I must say, cos I had The most chatty cabby ever and I was Not in a mood to humour him. So not even the usual "umm", "isit" and "ohh" today. Got back in time for a meeting that my Dept No.3 kindly stepped in for due to my doc's appointment. It was just as well cos he was down with diarrhea and couldn't make it. Got some work in after that then twas lunch with what was left of my team. 3 down with mc, No.2 at meetings all day and one still on maternity. So twas the foodcourt cos no vehicle available. I harboured ideas of renting a car after the fortnight with kel's and having the bus debacle yesterday. Tsk.

More unproductive work time in the afternoon and it took me until all of 730 to get 2 advices out. Of cos this is interspersed with me dealing with my boss' agreements and plethora of arrows (like i said no one's around). Got a text from Shun that he was meeting his gf at holland village and invited me to join them.

Twas a nice surprise. A sweet spontaneous thing, and I hadn't had much of those, so even tho I was pretty out of it and thot of running I hopped over to walas to join them. It was a great hour or so with them (and I'm grateful for my buddies like shun. Thanks for saving the pizza too!) and I found out my article in FHM was out. Well according to Shun at least. Heh.

Scooted off to give them some couple time and headed home determined to run even tho the hour was running late. I finally set off at 930 or so and though it started off good, I felt like dying by the end of my 6km route. Oh how long will it take to get over this post-84km low? In any case, I felt vindicated after the shower cos I was definitely feeling more clear-headed at least. Must run again tom.

For now, some tv then hit the hay.

Buenos Noches.