- Yesterday was once tomorrow -

A brief respite from the mundanity and monotony of database work.

Dinner last night was interesting enough; she provided surprisingly good company. To be fair, anyone would, when the alternative is supping alone for the 3rd night running in a hollow, empty, abandoned apartment whose floorboards creak under your every step and whose walls provide a reflecting surface for your voice. But getting to know her was pretty interesting, and by the end of the night she must have told me more about herself than she's told anyone in a while now.

Insofar as simple boredom and abject frustration go, it was these that catalysed our meeting along Oxford Street: Two very lost individuals, one overworked, one over-MSN-ed. The allure of shopping proved a little too hard to resist, and frankly, when the spectre of Oxford Street raises its ugly head, who are we to resist its beckoning alley-fingers?

Ah well, that's that. Time to get back to the story... Or work. Hahaha who'm I trying to kid. The story it is.