Dear Morning,

This whole blocking Multiply at the office sucks.

I now have to recant my not-so-spectacular-but-somehow-interesting daily life stories in the morning when my brain isn't exactly fully functional or in the night when I'm too tired to lift a finger, let alone write long-ass shorts.

Of course, I know it's not exactly proper to blog in the office... Or wait, of course it's proper, where else would I release all of that stress and tension. I feel sorry for the person who's gonna walk into our office in the middle of the day or late afternoon and would perchance ask me how I am...

Last night, I dreamt that I was friends with Penelope Cruz and that she wanted me to take her pregnancy photos. WTF? I don't even know if she's pregnant. And on account of me sleeping and dreaming of the above and many other things, I also missed two calls from a weird number -- +152326. Is this even a telephone number? I mean really? That's like six numbers on there including the country code.

Wouldn't it be fun if all our numbers consisted of 1 - 4 numbers. Of course that would never happen because there are over six billion people in the world and over 2 million in the UAE alone. But just think... And if that were to happen, I would definitely choose the date when we met. Haha. I'm such a cheeseball. And yes I know I'd regret choosing that number, but hey I could always change it once he's history. ...You know how like most men eventually become... History.

I find it funny that I would actually dream of the other guy, though. He's not history yet, yes... But he's what I would like to call present history. In that, he's there, but not really...

Just. Like. Me. I'm here, but not really. I'm typing, but not really. I'm telling you very deep and personal thoughts, but not really. I should be getting ready for work, but not really...

Oh crud! I should really be getting ready for work, for reals.

See you soon. Love you forever.


As Always,
D.