trying to blip at bedtime leaves one obvious subject.

the surgeon said it'd be hidden under my bra strap. not sure, where he wears his bras but it doesnt seem to work for me. though i can see the first signs that it's beginning to fade.

time sucked up by non productive meetings. evening sucked up by writing my cv - what on earth did i do between 1996-1999. i know what the job title was and can remember the office but the rest is a bit of a blur.