Dreamwalker

Anyone who knows me would tell you that I do not really like going out. That is common knowledge even for mere acquaintances, really. I like to think that I have outgrown that. As with most people and things though, I have to admit that I have a changed a bit. I don't know whom to attribute that change more - my husband or my work environment. One thing I have to say, both have influenced a whole lot. People who knew me in university may not recognize me for what I am now. Anyway, that's another story for another post. So it's Friday night and I am out with my husband. After work, I met him at this steak house which serves good steak for the price. Seriously, you wouldn't think that you could get steak for their prices. I didn't really have dinner so we had a big meal. What I didn't factor in was the fact that I didn't have much cash on me - same thing with Jerry. Lucky for us, we had enough to cover the meal. Everything would have been fine if

We're headed off to Immigration for an interview for my husband's visa so he can stay and work here.  I am a bit apprehensive about the whole thing, mainly because the people there may give us a hard time.  I hope that the case officer assigned to our case is a good person.  I hope that our (me and my husband) irritation at each other won't show.  We shouldn't have went out with the people at my work last night.  We have our moments.  This is not a good time to have one of them.

Wikipedia says: Tsetse (pronounced /ts/e-/ts/e, teet-SEE, or set-see) are large biting flies from Africa which live by feeding on the blood of vertebrate animals. Tsetse include all the species in the genus Glossina , which are generally placed in their own family, Glossinidae . Tsetse have been extensively studied because they are biological vectors of the African trypanosomiases , deadly diseases which include sleeping sickness in people and nagana in cattle . I know there are no tsetse flies where I live but it has been a longstanding source of banter between my sister and I. We love to sleep, there is no denying that. I would take a nap every single day if I could - that after having slept for 10 hours the night before. Yet these past two weeks, my sleepiness has gone up to a different level. It is just unbelievable! I normally wake up at 8 or 9 in the morning to work on my writing assignments. After lunch I'd then go to work and stay there till 10 or 11. I

This is quite strange for me as, believe it or not, this is the very first blog which I can actually call my own.  It might not be that weird if I have not been writing for other people's blogs for the past year or so, but I have, so I am feeling a bit strange and uncomfortable.  I have always loved to write but I do not relish the idea that other people can read what I write about myself.  Yet today, my husband started his own blog and I thought that it is about time that I engage in this activity on a personal level.  After all, I have always believed that writing is therapeutic. Now with my penchant for starting things and then dropping them - that is, unless other people are depending on me - this blog might not last and merely stagnate after a while.  Then again, that is thinking negatively.  I think that I shall try my best to de-stress this way.  We'll see.