the irish folk laugh at me when i say i'm so happy it's spring now. it is spring! it is always spring if i leave the office slightly early, like 5.30ish, and there's daylight. even if it were to snow i'd call it spring, oh yes.

my left shift key is somehow very broken and i can't get it fixed because i'd have to give up my shiny lappy and oh they might see all my meagre secrets (if i had any, and let's face it, i don't remember if i do because dez knows everything). i'm going to buy a bike in the next couple of days, to roam around little coastal villages and things. they'd better live up to expectations. i quit smoking a month ago.

life is excellent. am very, very tired sometimes but it's nothing some tulips don't heal. and sleep - developed a bit of insomnia lately, though. i hope late evening bike rides will help.

i cannot write, no matter what i do. am barely reading. well, no, that's not true. i'm always reading. just got ishiguro's 'the remains of the day'. have you read it? and if you have, then what did you think?

i'm still working at the same place i have been at for more than two years. it's great, and i've managed to develop the role and have made a huge difference in many people's lives, but... it's a huge corporation. sometimes, i really miss what i had in estonia. but it was worth it. coming here was worth it no matter what i do. i just... well, the other day, one of the recent additions to my team asked me whether i was ambitious (about the job) and i said 'no' quite vigorously. we laughed. i've been thinking about that a lot, recently. i don't care for networking. or the buzz words. it's too easy to see through, and just, well, boring. but that's okay because i get to come home to a gorgeous place where there are tulips and fabulous baths, and all the laptops i may want, and i really like twilight princess on the wii. and my bonsai grows and grows. and we called the palm tree gaius after gaius baltar, but i cannot remember why.

i'm sorry i am not around so much. have been reflecting. sometimes i am a sponge. how's your life?

p.s. precipice is my new favourite word. and why does devart spell-check me in americanenglish?