Staring at Ms Word and thinking. Why the hell am I doing this GP composition crap which is due today. It's a competition. So why is it compulsory. A compulsory competition. And the prize for the winners will be.... to get their essays published? Gee. I'm so thrilled.

Crap. Stuck at 4th paragraph.

Sis and me went to salon. And we sat there for like 3.5 hours. She wanted highlights for her hair. Sigh. And soooo. We didn't eat brunch until about 5pm. As what my sister said. An angry woman is a scary woman. Yep.
I was totally muttering nonsense like a grouchy old lady when we waited for our food at Mac.

Ah well. Back to that irritating compo.