Thursday 8th September 2011

... a productive day
Well i spent some 9 hours at the desk at the department and was determined to get the Nitrox report finished.
As soon as i woke up i had the report on my mind ... i even recited parts of what I wanted to write while i slept ... so had a hurry to get to the department.
Following a coffee and some cereal i grabbed the iPod, my bag with all the stuff i need ... and scooted out of the house ... it was a cloudy day ... and thought to myself that betr than having the sun.
Well when i got at the department well before 9am, i had to unlock the front door ... which always reminds me of Pawlu our beadle, wondering if he can check what time i come in over here as well, imma i can see him manage this building like a zealous landlord ... climbed the stairs and was sweating even though had no direct sunlight. After switching into a dry t-shirt i quickly connected the laptop, sorted my stuff ... and got to work.
Emails, Times of Malta, SMS, and the report of course.
I stopped for a coffee break only as i had some 4 sections to get done out of 6 and so there was no time to waste ... qiesu xi hadd qed jigri warajja ... but set a deadline to had it in to Jorge before the weekend.
At around 5.30pm Horta time i was done and quickly rushed out of the building as the sky was so dark and the sea seemed black ... rain was about to hit us ... so i briskly walked home to the accompanying sound of fast beating music.
Needless to say i arrived home wet ... but of sweat ... as the clouds held tightly thank God ... and so rushed in and out of the shower ... and breached the kitchen.
Had already planned tonight's meal while showering. Galletti with cheese & ham as apetisers ... and then warm noodles.
TV was on as i was wasn't sure on which channel and at what time Hell's kitchen was on ... as it was now reaching the semis and wondered who will get through ... yet there was no sign of it well after i finished eating, cleaning, and having desert ... 4 gums.
As i went to my room i felt tired and so i'd rather stay in bed waiting for Chef Ramsay to make the usual scenes ... and slowly fall asleep.
The fight was quite dirty to proceed to the final ... and so i'd have to wait another evening to check out who wins ... oh well ... time to sleep ... switch off lights ... open window ajar ... and say the prayers ... Good night.