Woke up today, with that dreaded feeling of a calamity about to pounce. Something to do with a relationship. Conjured from a bad deam, most likely. One that I can't remember. I have a tendency to sleep well through most things, in any case.
The moment I dwelt on my play and novel (yes, they've gatecrashed on the scene like stubborn inseparable twins), I forgot everything.
Hopefully, I'll have something good to report in a bit. :-)
Plan to write all day, then answer letters and visit friends. :-) All this work is just for the interim.
Can't wait to party, once it's over. Pubbing, clubbing, dancing. I love the lot. I'll party not in Malaysia but somewhere else. ;-)