| | It's not easy being my fingers.
You get jabbed by thorns and embedded with splinters (while gardening);
you get burnt by metal grills and sliced by carving knives (while
cooking); and you get scalded by irons (while, er, ironing). I reckon
that's one part of my body that can't wait for the resurrection to take
place.
Anyways, my final day of work was filled with scrambling to finish an
e-newsletter, pumping out two media releases and gulping down leftovers
from the previous night's screening of 'The Phantom of the Opera' (man,
those chocolate-dipped strawberries are sooooo fine). It was tough
leaving such an eclectic bunch of people, but leaving with a packet of
Fruchocs, a bottle of white wine and a treasure trove of experience is
a good way to go. I think so, anyways.
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| | Posted 12/15/2004 1:44 PM - 1 comments
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