It's official. I'm totally disorientated now. Took me 2 minutes to figure out which toothbrush was mine from several, of which comprised my parents' and old, unused ones (don't ask me what those were doing there). And when I opened my wardrobe door to get my Marks & Sparks hand lotion, I got a shock cos it wasn't there. Oh wait. It was. Right in front of my eyes. But my half-gone state just couldn't percieve its presence.

Marks & Sparks? Hand lotion? Yvonne? (Eh, since when so gu-niang huh?) *laughs at my own witty little joke* Oh nevermind me. Royal Jelly & Pure Honey, moisture rich with vitamin E Hand & Nail Cream from Marks & Sparks, to be precise. Which my hands need copious amounts massaged into them due to:

1) Sun exposure and cleaning of equipment. A full day spent at Lower Pierce.

2) Prolonged contact with water and wringing of cloth. Came home past 7pm to a room with ugly grey patches on the ceiling and bits of plaster splattered on black bin liner-covered shelves. Had to shift the glass panels of my desk back to where they rightfully belonged (no, not on my bed), vaccum the floor (which still feels dusty), and after running my finger over the window railings, decided it couldn't wait till tomorrow morning to be cleaned and started on them.

Right now, I'm so tired, my brain can't think, I can't figure out what direction this entry's suppose to take. But I can't sleep yet cos due to all that cleaning, I ended up bathing at 11pm and my hair's still wet and hence am waiting for it to dry.

*clunk*

P.S. Oh yeah. Why my hands need hand lotion. Cos they feel darn dry, that's why.