I'm dead. Light a candle and curse the darkness.
2002-12-04 at 9:42 a.m.

 

I've come to the conclusion that my hair knows what mood I am in. Today for example, I am tired and lazy and motivationless. My hair has come out in sympathy and is lank and dull.

I'm going to a meeting about disaster recovery and contingency planning today. Bear with me here, try not to fall asleep. I think I'm going to be killed off in a terrorist attack in today's scenario and therefore can't get up much enthusiasm for the whole exercise. I'm just going to sit in a corner thinking 'What do I care? I'm dead.' and 'Why aren't you at my funeral, rather than running around getting this comapny back up and running?' and 'Does human life mean nothing to you people?'. It's kind of an odd thought that they are considering this. Although not without foundation. We are a big multinational and have a big office block with our name stamped on the side. Probably not though, eh?

So, I'm dead. I think that means you should all be pretty impressed that I'm still updating my diary. That's dedication for you.

As promised, another burst of miscellany:

Magpie rhymes

One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret as yet untold.

or

One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a wedding, Four for a birth, Five for a christening, Six for a dearth, Seven for heaven, Eight for hell, Nine for the devil himself.

Have a nice day, lovers and check out Wild Reviews for some helpfulelf stylee reviews coming to a monitor near you soon.