Today is one of those days when I wish I could just go back to sleep and wake up tomorrow, and then this day would be over and I could resume my normal, sensible life.

First of all, it’s Saturday and I wasn’t supposed to go to work, but to work I went. We have a tender to submit, so for the last few days when I go to sleep at night I dream about either making a huge miscalculation in tender prices or forgetting to submit the tender, or sometimes even worse tender related crimes, all resulting in my wonderful boss being sacked and replaced with something like this:

Oh no, that was second of all. First of all, I got so cold at night that I was crying in my sleep! It’s really really cold in my house. I was wearing socks and warm jammies, and I had my quilt and everything, yet I froze solid. Needless to say, I woke up in a rotten mood. And then I had to go to work. On my weekend! Arghhhhhhh….

Third – I realised that I cannot write anymore! Today I decided to prepare a simple index page for the above mentioned document, and so I went through the completed sections and attempted to write the headings down on a piece of paper in order to type them up later. I could NOT! I was terrified! I was absolutely unable to write anything that looked remotely like written text. My fingers refused to listen and obey, and I even dropped my lovely pen a fair few times. What is wrong with my hand?? This is the same hand that went through a huge pile of sashimi with chopsticks only a day before, not dropping a single piece! And now – THIS? I remember I once had a handwriting. I had a neat and legible handwriting and I never had to write anything twice because I could get all my schoolwork done neat and correct from the the first time. That was at school. And I haven’t seen my handwriting since then. Now whenever I have to write something I either key it into my cell or type it, and it’s fast and easy and mess free. So today when I tried to write "surveillance" it came out as "surlace" and then I tried to fit the missing letters in all the wrong places, and then I couldn’t read anything. My hand has become dyslexic! I cannot write anything that could actually be read later, even by me. For when after a lot of painstaking effort I finally managed to write the headings down and went back to my desk to type the index page up, I had to go back to the main document many times to check the headings again.

So I decided that either I send my hand back to school, or I admit defeat and accept the sad fact that I am an educated adult who doesn’t know how to write.