07 JUNE 2006. WEDNESDAY. 09:43AM.

It seems that every chance of a long weekend we get, someone always get a hot bbq going and we pile on the meat and i go home sick in the tum. This time i took over the tongs and burnt the chicken, scalded some of my fingers and overcooked the steak. Eh, it was fun nonetheless. My weekend indulgence ended with me sitting on the couch for 6 hours and completing the entire West Wing season 1 box set. It was pure heaven! I have superficially nailed down the american political system at last. What have i gotten myself into today? ... just as i finished one freelance job (aka: my work day doesn't stop when i get home and it's a real pain when my couch is over there and i'm not on it) i have taken on another twice as hard and to be done in half the time. But who ever says no to extra dosh? This is why i never want to work for myself. My home is not my work. I want to get out of bed and the toughest decision i want to make is how to make a meal out of 3 mushrooms and half a tomato left in the fridge. That said, its time to hit the coffee pot, move away from the couch and put on my serious thinking cap. After work 'work' calls. I'm gonna have so much fun tonight.