Work tally

I'm making a tally of how many days in the week I hate work, and how many days in the week I kinda like it (Note: "Kinda like" as opposed to "love"). I know what the answer will be. And I know how this year will end on the work front. But still, a little scientific data never hurt anyone.

PS: Interestingly, all my labels today start with "W". Not intended at all. :D

Happily ever after

Health's better, luck's better, and wealth will soon be on its way.
This will be a good year. I smell it in the breeze.
So what if the breeze is just from the AC vents at office?
I still smell it.
There's actually an ending.
After years of hunting for it, I've finally found my ending.
And the best part?
It's actually got a link with the beginning.
Sigh.
I'm so scared to burst this bubble.
So I'm going to hold it just right, stay just so still, move just ever so slightly,
And watch it grow in all its rainbow wonderment and childlike glee.
:)

Stuck

It's been a while since I've been physically and mentally worn out. It's usually one or the other. But now what to do. I've gone and got myself sick. And am currently in two minds about what I need my future to hold.

It's Valentine's Day also. Not that there were any plans really. But they've just been going awrier and awrier. And I'm stuck at work waiting for copies to come in so I can put them up. Brainless. And I'm all alone on the floor too. Because it's Sunday and there are no fellow sufferers around.

Double deep sigh. What I need is a week of nothingness. No office, no calls from office, no list of events lined up, no need to get dressed. Just a week of lolling about in pajamas at home, watching boka-boka movies, eating popcorn, bas.

I feel like a stupid piece of dust caught in a spider's web. Not like spidey's going to eat me even. I just sit there like a fool, stuck forever in a never-ending web of god-knows-what.

Full circle

This is how I feel once again. Life comes full circle. Sigh.

PS: Concentric circles maybe?