TODAY IS MY LAST DAY AT WORK.

HAPPY, DELIGHTED, ELATED, JOYFUL, JUBILANT, ECSTATIC, EXULTANT, PEPPY, ON CLOUD NINE, GAY, GLAD.

PINK IC ON MONDAY.

SUPERB, FANTASTIC, MARVELOUS, AWESOME, SENSATIONAL, FABULOUS, SPLENDID, WONDERFUL.

MAS SELAMAT HAS BEEN CAUGHT.

CONGRATULATIONS, JOB WELL DONE, GOOD JOB, WELL DONE, ACTUALLY I DON'T REALLY CARE.

Anyway, I saw a dead guy today. Like, er, a real dead man. Nope, not a dead cat. A dead man.

Death seems to be lingering around my life. Sounds like a paradox. Never mind.

HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT THE GUY LYING ON THE GRASS HAD JUMPED TO HIS DEATH? I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST DEAD DRUNK.

I was half right. He was dead. Drunk or not, I do not know.