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.