let lemons be angry

For the next week, i'll be in perth. It's fabulous already because i won't have to deal with MOSES for a good week. Apart from him, all is nice at work. I tidied up Karen's desk, floor, cupboard and shelves, which is more than i can say about the state of my room. I threw away two shrivelled oranges complete with angpaos, and she was surprised at that because she claimed she'd recently thrown one away too. And charmian comes along and tells of the two oranges she had thrown away when she cleared her desk some time ago. Five oranges in total, and dear Karen said she couldn't find any of them for a long time. She could only smell a nice tangy smell once in a while but didn't know where it came from. Five oranges couldn't be found. Get an idea of how much stuff was on her desk?

I found a little book i've been keeping for two years now. My Book of Unsent Letters. Sometimes i wonder what would happen if i sent them all out. Would things be better? Or would i "send the world into irreversible chaos" as i suspect? Hmm. That little book is coming to its sad last two pages. I never wrote in it often, just at times when i had things to say to people that will never ever leave my mouth. Hopefully by the time the pages have run out, i will have no need of it.