" I didn't plan on being here. I don't want to be here. I'd give anything to not be here. To have my life work out the way I planned. And even to have time to ask: What about me? So you change. You get over it. I'm here. Now. And You. You either adapt or you get left behind. "

And so I changed. Though I'm still not over it. Am running as fast as I can to not be left behind. SIGH. Spent the long weekend catching up on my much-craved dose of Grey's, catching up on things, catching up with friends. But we are at that age when sometimes the circumstances you meet up for are far far from ideal. And the weekend is never long enough to ever get up to speed (although a certain Mr Speedster did try his best. HN should remember that it is a very different experience riding securely-harnessed shotgun rather than us in the backseat!). Dreading the return to work not only coz I am one more Gossip Girl short, but I am also increasingly heading towards running a one-man department. But then, it wouldn't be a department then would it. Not that it's much of a department now, either. Just for the record, despite what certain folks from TOS would think, I am not an ogre, or The Ogre. It is honestly not of any fault or any effort on my part that my manpower keeps getting leaner.... and leaner... and leaner...........