I live rather dangerously these days.

That yoghurt that’s been sitting in the fridge? The one that expired two weeks ago?
I just Ate. It. All.

And I’ve just downed a cappuccino, and an energy drink and several chocolate bars. And I’m about to go into a meeting where I’m required to be “sensible”.
Whatever that means.

There’s a chance I may turn up late for this meeting. Because my digital wrist watch has died and I’ve decided to see how long I can go without replacing it.
It’s been two days so far.

I drove a car into work today.
(Hang on - let me rewrite that sentence, so it doesn't leave people with the impression that I've Gone Postal.)

I drove a car in (space) to work today.
The petrol light informs me that I really should put some gas in the tank or I probably won’t make it back home tonight. But I’m going to ignore it and just See What Happens.

I am turning into such an adrenaline junkie.

At first I thought that not having the alarm on my watch to wake me up in the morning would prove to be a problem.
But then I remembered that I had a (nearly) 2-year-old daughter who wakes up at seven-on-the-dot every morning.

If only she came with a Snooze button…

Oh, in case you were still wondering, my boss finally got around to doing my Pay Review.
I left the meeting feeling quite shocked. They actually gave me a pay rise.

I’m now getting paid what I consider the bare minimum I require for doing this job.
I don’t know whether to go “Yay!” or bury my head in my hands.

It’s funny, though. My boss was explaining the pay scale and how the lower end was what you would get for just turning up to work on time.
I got the maximum raise allowed.

And I thought to myself … Phew. They are obviously completely and utterly oblivious to the fact that I never turn up to work on time.