Didn't do much today. Came down in the morning to help out a bit. Spent most of the day reading in bed. Perfect weather for doing so. Cold and drizzly and overcast, a nice quiet environment, a nice cold bed. Life's pretty decent in here now. I just wish it were better...outside.

I just remembered what I wanted to post yesterday before it got wiped. It was what if my colleagues in here discovered this blog. Would they see the stark difference between the melancholy soul here and the merry soul that can't stop talking; can't stop cracking jokes, and can't stop that sheen of laughter? It's merely to cover up what comes out at night, to push it deep within me so it doesn't affect my everyday work. I see certain similarities between yours truly and Cuthbert, one of Roland's ka-tet in the Dark Tower novels.

Surely such negative feelings can't be good for me. I do try to raise myself above it all. But it feels right. Somehow. Even the smallest random things around enable me to make associations with those free-floating memories of the past. Anyway its just stupid messages, who wants to reply to them anyway?

I will be going to Boon Lay for reccee tomorrow. At least there's something to look forward to. A change of scenery for once. Ought to be interesting. Hoping to bring my novel along.