Tis the last day of November, and I’m very and INCREDIBLY pissed off at the fact that it’s not raining, or even freaking drizzling. Hell, it’s bloody scorching hot. Really, what a letdown. The last opportunity to go “...in the cold November rain” has just got pulverised by a cheerful sunny day. That’s just irritating. After today, I’ll have to wait another 11 months, or about 330+ days, for it to come round again. And even then, the A’s will be upon us, along with all the assorted crap they bring. ’08 is coming to an end, and I’m panicking spectacularly. I need more time. Things need doing. Aerin’s needs going to.
And November has flashed by spectacularly quickly, with weekdays being completely eaten up by the internship thing, Saturdays being taken up by training, and having Winter League and other stuff on Sunday.
Apart from the legal research stuff at work, one thing I’ve gained from the internship experience is having the time to finally read lots of books I’ve wanted to. I’ve read through the e-books of Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, and this week, the first three books in the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series. Interesting and enlightening as it may be, staring at reports and contracts gets tiresome after a while. And so many hours have been spent browsing through Wiki and getting all intellectualised.
Pictures of Shenton Way, while having a go at being the office courier on Friday. The following shots are taken whilst at a continuous walk, using my Sony Ericsson W580i's nubby 2MP cam, so its lucky it was a very clear day then.

Walking about on Casual Friday. Which gives me the chance to Converse about.

More well-red Conversations.

A ballsy water fountain thing outside the CPF building.

The tallness of Shenton Way and its assorted surrounding buildings.

More Shenton, and some Cecil.

This came out quite well. Me likey the tree.

A sculpture whose name I couldn't be bothered to stop to find out.

Red Dot Building. Very red.

Out of my office window, several white and ghostly rectangular shapes cruise over in a verh sinister way.
And the sky is darkening considerably, yerder. Come on, just on moar time.
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