The Sound that Sparked Off a Million Comments (well, 31)

Just met Squee in the loo. She looks sleepy and kind of pinched in the face. Kind of a disappointment after all that ruckus and not just over her noisy breast pump.

Being competitive as always, I took a quick peek at her bottle and was amazed and disgusted to note that she had just expressed 7 pints. I mean, 7 ounces (I always refer to them as pints - it's such an internal joke that nobody laughs not even me).

Gave my 2nd lecture ever today at NUS to a bunch of under- and post-grads. Not sure how it came off this year but I hope I haven't completely ruined the interest of yet another generation in corporate work. We'll see when it comes to the tutorial how well the information has actually filtered through. Actually I can't stop obsessing about how I performed and whether the lecture was okay and whether everyone understood what I was trying to say and whether I could have said it better and what else could I have said .... ....

The internal voice of doubt never shuts up. Never. Doesn't matter how many pop-psychology-self-help books I read. Just can't get it to shut up. It's driving me batshit.

Will give another seminar tomorrow and just hope that my competitive gene doesn't really go into overdrive. There are 5 speakers, 58 attendees and 1 Smoot. AARRGH!!