Zzz...

I didn't want to get out of bed today, but I had no choice. I had to lest I lose my job.

My cellphone-turned-alarm-clock sounded off at 8am. I winked as I search for the nuisance under my pillow. Argh, 8am. Do I get up? Nah.

By some unknown force, I never want to leave my bed this morning. I am dead tired, I could trade places with Sleeping Beauty anytime.

Recently, my month has just turned into one long week. Every single day requires me to get up, prepare for the ton of things to do, leave the house, and arrive home late. Every darn single day.

I don't have weekends. Heck, the weekends are ironically my busiest days.

Lord, please grant me a few days off. I desperately need rest. That, or I think I'll go crazy.

4 hours more

I can't think of a single part of my body now that isn't aching. My head has been hurting since yesterday from the sudden change in temperature: cold, warm, cold, warm. My knees ached badly from the whole day of driving yesterday: from 8am to 11pm. Only this morning, my right wrist started to hurt, the reason behind which I don't even know. A few minutes ago, my upper back is beginning to show signs that it wants to seek medical attention quick.

I wanna go home now and rest, but I can't. Argh. Sincerely wishing now for a four-hour-work week. Yes. four hours. (can't remember where or which book I got that idea.)

For now, guess I have to endure the next 4 hours of (trying to) work. God, help me.