TGIT

Sorry for the past few days of word drought.

There really is nothing interesting to write about. Current state of life is a black-white monotone, a clockwork of hr-hand chasing the min-hand, a big sad blur.

The same flurry of paperwork, the same messed-up state of personal life.

Am glad this is the final week of formal meetings with kid-clients. They are already so distracted, it's like a farmer trying to rein in his bulls on heat.

In & out, out & in. The invisible threads that link Family <-> Hospital just never end, do they? Never underestimate the power of genes. It can determine where your death bed would be.

Career-wise, it's currently sweet like oreo cream. But at what price? Teeth will decay, ants will invade. At what price?

TGIT (Thank God It's Thursday) - in another 1hr 16min 40sec.