2:00 p.m.

I could hear my mum and brother screaming at each other, in Sinhala, Milan is very rude to her. They were fighting over a suit.

Milan insultingly referred to me as "that ██████!" and claims I am "not doing anything".

Which isn't true! I do more work in a few minutes than he does in his entire year.

A number of his █████████ PLC directors, they want to work for me!

I am singing, Jacques Huyghebaert's song:

"I'll make a GM out of you!"