I dreamt about Lucifer last night. Again.

And then, this afternoon, when I was in the Royal Plaza (hotel) at Scotts helping out with filming. Okay, let's start with how today went first.

It was FUCKED UP.

HE told me to reach at 8.45am. Event presenter asked me to be there at 8.30am. I reached at 8.35am. The fucking attendees came at 9.15am. HE/they wanted me to film the role-plays. For a 9 to 5.30 event, the role-play took up only 30 minutes in all!

I had to go back to the office at 7pm to rush out the stuff and send it off to the CEO. And HE just went off at around 7 plus, because he "wanted to start his weekend." My PC had problems connecting to the net and I didn't want to ask WM cuz he was busy already, and I was running around, and finally asked someone from another department. He was nice enough to hold off going home for another 10 minutes to fiddle with my laptop settings.

Then yeah, had to rush the damned newsletter, send to the CEO, and by then, it was already eight plus. I was ready to snap, and it took a lot of control.

Then when I was at my pissiest, Lucifer appeared. Okay, that was the second time. The first time was when I was at the event, during lunch, and he just...appeared. But I didn't get a good look at him. My head suddenly got heavier though. I told him to scram. Second time he came, my first words to him were, "I'll do anything if you kill off that colleague." A second later, I stopped and went, "No...I don't make deals with you. You can kill him off, but I promise nothing."

I came SO close, B. Watch out. Because if you cross the line, even if Lucifer doesn't come for you, I will.