anyway...

I put on my new shoes today and suddenly everything just felt right. And then the rain started pouring, and surprisingly things felt even better. My affinity for the rain has been a well-kept secret - a secret I plan to keep, just to fit in for a while longer.

It's been light showers non-stop since Wednesday. And tonight, London is at it again - which makes tonight the kind of night for a tub of ice cream and a duvet. Yes, I prefer my ice cream in cold weather. And I've been spending the last hour browsing through blogs of friends and blogs of friends of friends, and oh boy, do I know so much about babies and breast pumps already.

If it is not yet glaringly obvious, I am completely *bluergh* with my job. Completely apathetic, totally demotivated, down right bored! It is like a bad relationship gone worse, and I'm looking for every excuse to up and leave. But (un)fortunately, I am a lady of ethics and I honour my responsibilities - so here I am patiently holding up my end of the bargain.

I want a glamorous job. And why is it when I say 'glamorous', people immediately think fashion? No, I am not interested in fashion. I am only interested in making enough so I can wear anything close to whatever Kate Moss is wearing. Anyway, I've gone through various career websites in this pursuit of a job that might slightly tickle my fancy and I must say I'm dismayed with my search. Why is there no information about script-writing, playing in Wimbledon or flying into space?

Over dinner, we discussed the prospects of me becoming a secret agent. That would be so cool! I think the whole concept of split personality, and gadgets, and encryptions and going undercover and kicking people in the tush and saving the nation - just exudes class. And the whole thing with secrecy? I keep conversations regarding work with the other half at miminum anyway, and so having to take an oath of secrecy, works perfectly for me. And plus, I've always wanted to work on something top secret so that when somebody asks about what I'm working on, I can say, "I'm sorry. I can't say." Fuyyo.

But, who am I kidding? There's no way I can make a secret agent. The bad guys can take away my laptop and my iPod and I'll tell them everything!