No this has nothing to do with Extreme Maeover Home Edition.

The bus driver I had this morning was an elderly man. Fairly damn close to retirement age i'd say. And here he was earning an honest living by carting uni students from one campus to another. He looked old. I felt sorry. I wanted to hand him the last $10 of my overdraft and tell him to go relax. His hands were those of a man who has spent many years working, veins bulging, dry skin. It really got to me. There are more than enough people in South Auckland who receive a bene and do nothing in the day but get drunk and high. They should be the ones driving the buses. The whole thing just got to me.

I found this semester's most boringest (great superlative) lecturer. I couldn't stop yawning. He's the type who goes off on one tangent only to go off onto another a minute later.

Kids are getting clingy. I put them to bed only to have them in mine 5 minutes later. The lack of mummy in the day is getting to them so we cuddled till we slept. N is just so beautiful. She has to sleep with her arm thrown over me and her face touching mine. She rubs my arms and is just so gorgeous. Damn how I Love my kids.