Dear Diary, hmmm, sounds odd. It’s the first time I've ever had a diary and the movies seem to suggest I refer to you as that.

Seeing as though this is the first entry, I guess the best bet would be to make some form of an introduction. My name is MathuiDeArbor, Mathui for short, or Mat, or De, whatever.

Its always nice to be able to relay feelings and stories to random people, I'm not sure how many ppl will take notice, but I'm sure there has to be some bored people out there

Today is yet another Monday and the coffee just doesn't seem to be enough to get me going. The silence in my office is thick with solace, the calm before the storm I would guess. The piles of paper scattered on my desk don't seem to be much of a motivation to work.

The only thing seriously active at the moment is the antivirus defending me fervently against the unknown.

It appears that my weekend may have seriously marred my ability to think this week, which poses some serious threats. I’m little good without my thinking capabilities; I’m little good with them to be honest, but even less so without.

I should really get to work, as annoying and frustrating it is on a Monday.  I suppose that if it weren’t for Mondays, Tuesdays would have the honor of being blue and either way, the piles of paper work aren’t going to sort themselves out. I’m hungry.

‘Till next time I gather enough energy to post an entry.