In an unusual twist, I have little to blog about this week, a fact that bothers me, cos it gives the impression that now I’m a full-fledged working chick, my life has become eventless. But I guess it has more to do with the fact that what I really want to blog about, I can’t cos it’s not just share-worthy. Yet. I’ve spent the whole week flitting between getting my job regularized and meeting some rubbish deadline, which apparently didn’t matter cos I still had to come to work today.
How ironic. 8 months as a corper, with lovely 3-day weekends, and the week I finally become a full staff with only 2 days to sleep and play, I have to show up because SOMEONE doesn’t have our time during the FIVE DAY week. Usually I wouldn’t mind, but I really need to get my hair done, and I also wanted to go to Agbara this weekend. But the way things are going, I’ll only be able to do one of the two. Sigh. In that case, might as well go see the other B today. After work. Or, I could go do my hair, and then go to B’s on Sunday… hmm.
Anyway, I worry that I have nothing to say. I visited my own blog everyday; quite sure I had something to share, but… nothing. I would actually like to write about Big Brother, but then I’m like… why?
Hmm, I need to re-assess. Get a boyfriend, maybe. But then I’d probably be in such a good mood I’d NEVER have anything to say.