Do you really get unsmarter?

The lack of activity on this website is due to fact that I've been buried tits deep in work. This entry is named as such because I feel my grasp of the English language and any semblence of witty conversation disguised as intelligence is waning, hence the use of words such as 'unsmart'.

I spend about 10 - 12 hours in the office a day, working simultaneously on 4 productions with one hand and filling in for the yet hired publicist with the other. After work, I get dinner (with 10-12 hour days, the prospect of slaving over a stove is not so appealing anymore. Yes. I see it as slaving.) then go home to the dog and Astro that does not work, because Andy Tan is not available to come and fix it yet. Andy Tan is the man that is supposed to fix my Astro receiver when it breaks down - his name is actually on the sticker on the machine.

I actually do enjoy my job, the one thing I hate about it is how little time it leaves me to do other stuff, most importantly, read. I have been reading 'Typhoid Mary' and all its 88 pages for almost 3 weeks now, while my new Haruki Murakami sits forlornly under 3mm worth of dust because I have not the time to read it, let alone clean it. I feel about as informed about the world as the woman in her trailer with Jerry Springer on repeat. Yesterday, it took me one minute before I could place Rosetti with his work.....I seriously need to start reading again.

The upside of everything is that my lack of time to do anything also spells the disability to spend my paycheck, and it's slowly accumulating in the bank. God knows I'll need it when work stress drives me to roam KLCC as the maniacal bourgeouis bag lady that lived in her Manolos.