Breakfast fellowship...

Breakfast fellowship has proven to be somewhat of a routine for this habitual creature, me. What do you mean there is no such things as habit? We all have a pattern and we all have our habits. It's this pattern that I have that I'm trying to break. Not the breakfast fellowship, it's the other pattern.

We had a special guests at the fellowship today. Sort of like an invited speaker to preach to us. Well, he did little preaching, but he did manage to pollute our air a bit (or a lot.. depending where you sat) Thank you, guest speaker, for the drink this morning. Salute!

I'm going bonkers.

The mis-spelt "return". The comforting 4-letter word. The pattern of the right person to whom my sms are meant for : The only person I've been texting religiously.... It's been such a pattern, such a habit that I've been sending the wrong text to the wrong person. (Yes, this may have something to do with me being dim AND dim-witted)

Boss came back today. It was when I was just leaving the office for breakfast fellowship. It's good to have him back, although with much more cynical news and unwarrented information, it was still good to have him back. It's about time some jazz (or heavy rock) starts to play back in this office.

The office rang with my laughter when Boss delievered to me and Qert some news about his conditions. Boss said, "That's it. She's lost it. The last piece of screw is undone". I was still laughing.

What little laughs I get nowadays, just leave me be... Let me laugh. Be it sarcastic, funny ha-ha or funny weird, just let me laugh. I know I'm losing it. It's as certain as I will be here till 10 pm tonight. It is happening slowly, but surely. You can count on it. My mentor before this mentor said to me, (Bless his heart, he is now in heaven) "Take my word to the bank that you will be left alone to swim".

Not really comforting to hear from my ex-mentor but he has always been kind enough to listen to me off-property.

I'm left with words of my ex-mentor that I cannot take to the bank because they mean nuts to anyone else but me... I'm psycho-analysing everything and I'm looking forward to Thursday as my day off. Steve took the day off to join me in bat-ting it and Mr & Mrs us.

It's the usual... Our days off together is normally packed with movies. Because we spend so little time together already, we still want to spend it in the dark with other strangers. I don't get it?

Never mind. I don't get a lot of time with Steve. I'll be happy with what I get.

I only hope that I will be able to get the day off on Thursday....