Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees.

- Eric Clapton, Tears In Heaven

Frikin' 3 a.m in the frikin' morning and I can't bear to look at another plan, section, elevation, drainage diagram, yada. So I resorted to this. 15 minutes of blogging to stress release. Words have always been somewhat comforting to me. And I think I dosed on too much tea and dried fruit. My mouth feels like it's stuffed with tea leaves and soaked with raspberry cordial. blehhh....

Sometimes I curse the person who invented the concept of time. Meaning minutes and seconds in a day. Why do we have to frikin dissect every teeenyweeetle moment in to frames of tick tock tick tock tick tock just to stress ourselves out further. Grrrgh. Why can't we just leave it to the good ol' sun... It rise, we rise. It fall, we have dinner. Then everything in between, we make up along the way. Winter come, cold get-hungry-fast weather, sun set quicker, we can have dinner faster. see? It makes perfect sense. Grrrgh.

I got annoyed at Microsoft Powerpoint at Steve's just now for insisting to 'Americanly' change my 'colour' to 'color' every time I typed it out. And when I didn't obey, it messed up my slide colour coding by highlighting AND zigzagging it in RED. It was like saying to me...'THERE. Take That. Haaahaaaa, u can't do anything about it haaahaaaa, text all red and squiggly now. haaaahaaa.' I know i know, I can change the settings. The point is, I was genuinely mad at it. It's been awhile since a program made me throw my hands up in the air saying "what's your frikin' problem, dude??"

Break over. Back to work. No time to lose. Time can make you frown. Time can be a tease.

What are you staring at, Elvis? I fed you this afternoon.

(Elvis is my pet axolotl. I have yet to reach the stage of 'seeing dead people...walking around like regular people'....)