Saturday.

I had forgotten how nice it was to just sit at your digs on a Saturday night; The doc is supposedly celebrating his girl's birthday. Meanwhile, I was being pounded by a 500 metre rain. Both movies on TV suck. On NTV is The Beach. On KTN is some Brad Pitt movie where he plays Henrik, an Austrian. Cr*p. There is no plot.

All is not lost though. Just read a momentous piece in The Nation. Clay Muganda. The gist of the story is: Your heart cannot be broken unless you allow it. Touche.

That being said, I cannot for the life of me understand why people read inspirational books. I have met many folks who have read "Rich Dad, Poor Dad". They are still poor. You do not need to fork out some shillings so that some bloke can tell you "you are strong! Believe in yourself!" There is only one book for inspiration (among other things). It is called The Bible. Haven't read a single line of the Quran (or the Hindu holy book), so I have no expertise there.

Ahhhh well. Back to work. Reports. Recommendations. Awwwful. Is there anyone who enjoys filing reports? Or reading them?