It's a blogger's life

It's good to blog outside my bedroom for once. No Malcolm to bug the hell out of me, no noisy DVD playing in the background disturbing my chains of thought. I can just type and type and type and publish, publish, publish.... damn syiok. We do have a nursery right behind my house. And many times, i'm tempted to send him to it for the day so that i can blog in peace. But i think they must think i'm silly. I dont leave the house and yet dont want to take care of my own kid. Aighhhh... how would they know how i work lah. What a blogger's life...