Bombshell

I'm good at this. It stems from the misfortune of knowing people who never learn to change their materials while (trying to) create witty conversation- thus my having cultivated the ultimate art of cracking up at jokes which have totally lost their comic element. But I digress.

So, watching the flirtation between Carrie and Mr. Big, and enjoying every minute of it - and my brother comes into the living room. Lugging this with him.

Figuratively, of course.

He proceeds to tell me that he may be opting for a "package" that his company is offering him, rather than staying on. Think he wants a change of jobs (was wondering why he never got bored). That if it does happen, it will prolly be in October.

So, if it happens, I'll be seeing my brother everyday. For the whole day. Argh!!

But on a bright bright note, think he's actually happy bout it... so that's something good. :)

Back to selfish mode again. (Hey, it's my blog - I *have* to get a chance to be like this somewhere right? :P)

Now I really wish I was back in Melbourne. Can't remember the last time I had to see a family member for extended hours of the day... for an infinite period. :P

I'm going to need aspirin.