"I arise in the morning," E.B. White once said, "torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day." I hereby relieve you, Leo, of the confusion that assailed White. The planetary configurations make it clear that beginning in three weeks, you will be in most graceful alignment with fate if you push hard to rectify, refine and regenerate everything you touch. Between now and then, however, you should put a strong emphasis oh pure, heedless enjoyment (Ironically, this is the best possible way to get yourself in shape for the coming reformation)"

My thoughts: A job! A job! Well, I'm perfectly fine with waking up to enjoy the world. Except that it's hard to take a holiday from a holiday.

In the meantime, I mope around in a nether region of neither improving nor enjoying the world. In my depressing moments, I question my existence. In even more depressing moments, I want to throw my existence out of my flat window on the 12th floor. To rescue my sanity I seek *comfort zones*.

Picnic and classical music at Botanic gardens on Sunday was good for my spirits. Helping out at the Red Cross blood donation drive was nice. Shoestring French Fries, buffalo wings and fresh fresh soursop drink at Jerry's (Jalan Kayu) tonight was yummy. Today, I discovered Wessex Estate. A cluster of colonial flats and houses off AYE Expressway. Trees, trees and more trees. Very quiet, very green. I want to live there.

But between all that, I'm moody. And pessimistic. And difficult. And easily disillusioned. And according to AK, I have *issues*.

I hate to whine, but I only have one thing left to say: life would be a wee bit better if I could figure out what on earth is WRONG with the TV remote control!!

The comfort of comfort zones dissolve quickly. I need a really good rescue team this time.