> work-hangover
is there such a thing as a work-hangover? ... coz i sure was feeling it when i dragged me decaying-ass up woke-up on an ungawdly sunday morning (anytime before 12noon is ungawdly and sinful on a sunday) ... like a train-wreck and a tsunami that had hit me head at the exact same instant, vision muddled and brains functioning at minumum-capacity, me subconscious still tussling with me consciousness for control of my battered body, ever still recovering from the last coupla wretched days (and more to fucking cum muthafcukahz) ... but alas, "work" won out in the end and i rushed me ass out of the front gates; like a wingless-bat out of hell (mind is vapid while thy body is weak lah) ...
t'was a work-sunday. and tis a strange sunday, if not for the fact that i've not been working on a sunday since ... well since a fcuking long time, innit? and while i've whine about my boring sundays ad nauseum in past entries, this particular sunday was exceptionally ... tiring.
now, i enjoy shopping, as much as the next human-being-who-likes-shopping ... especially when ya have a "target" to adhere to and when ya find that item? *bliss* ... whereas "shopping for props" ain't no fuckin' fun when ya can't find the bloomin' thing/s! and ya thrawl around the whole fucking singapore justa look for particular things that seem so common and yet is not ... am i being too anal about what im looking for? i guess i haveta be ... tis so easy to slack and get by with stuff ... but the hardest hurdle is to get past my own expectations ... and im so muthafcuking tired of my own expectations ... but i will preservere ... to the blardy end .... some how ... fuck.
and while wasting even more time waiting for peeps to get their act together (or rather i was too naive to believe things'll finish on time), i was hankering for the sundays past, where i had naught to do but sleep and watch bad-sunday-telly (which sorta worked out in a perverse way, as i am spared the agony of bad teevee) ... but still, trying to keep awake and my spirits up, was a fcuking chore and effort in itself ... *pats myself on back*
and now i am home, awake still at four-fucking-fifteen AM, with a ton or two of tasks on my back, and yet distracting myself by typing on this blardy blog!
FUCK.ME.
theresistance urge to blog today (sunday) was held at bay for the most of the day, what with a freak-out morning; when i couldn't access anything online! a blank was my blog. doublechecked if i cleared my porn thinking i'd been cracked/hacked, i shrugged and left the www to it's own devices ... and somehow had a hidden sigh-of-relief, for i could actually forget about me blog for a day! and realizing that im fuckin' addicted to blogs and lurking on other blogs me www-life! FUCK ME! ... but alas, things had gotten back into the swwwing of cyberthings and of uploading; abettedly (spl) slower and itz grinding my already-frayed-nerves ... tho tis cool as i type out my work on the other workstation/Mac and actually getting some things done (heh) ... and yet still i am here now ... nahbey :p
gotta work it more and get ta sleep soon, coz the week's starting early and there ain't much time to rest and meander around much anymore, not for at least a coupla weeks ... and im wondering if i'll have time to even blog, much less read my daily-reads ... but maybe i should read/think too much into it, eh? for i may blog about my life, but i'd pray not to have blogging be my life, innit? ... does that make any sense whatsoever?
like i give a shit. or two. heh. * too tired to be angry *
back to work. oh how i dread and love it so ... fuck.
t'was a work-sunday. and tis a strange sunday, if not for the fact that i've not been working on a sunday since ... well since a fcuking long time, innit? and while i've whine about my boring sundays ad nauseum in past entries, this particular sunday was exceptionally ... tiring.
now, i enjoy shopping, as much as the next human-being-who-likes-shopping ... especially when ya have a "target" to adhere to and when ya find that item? *bliss* ... whereas "shopping for props" ain't no fuckin' fun when ya can't find the bloomin' thing/s! and ya thrawl around the whole fucking singapore justa look for particular things that seem so common and yet is not ... am i being too anal about what im looking for? i guess i haveta be ... tis so easy to slack and get by with stuff ... but the hardest hurdle is to get past my own expectations ... and im so muthafcuking tired of my own expectations ... but i will preservere ... to the blardy end .... some how ... fuck.
and while wasting even more time waiting for peeps to get their act together (or rather i was too naive to believe things'll finish on time), i was hankering for the sundays past, where i had naught to do but sleep and watch bad-sunday-telly (which sorta worked out in a perverse way, as i am spared the agony of bad teevee) ... but still, trying to keep awake and my spirits up, was a fcuking chore and effort in itself ... *pats myself on back*
and now i am home, awake still at four-fucking-fifteen AM, with a ton or two of tasks on my back, and yet distracting myself by typing on this blardy blog!
FUCK.ME.
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gotta work it more and get ta sleep soon, coz the week's starting early and there ain't much time to rest and meander around much anymore, not for at least a coupla weeks ... and im wondering if i'll have time to even blog, much less read my daily-reads ... but maybe i should read/think too much into it, eh? for i may blog about my life, but i'd pray not to have blogging be my life, innit? ... does that make any sense whatsoever?
like i give a shit. or two. heh. * too tired to be angry *
back to work. oh how i dread and love it so ... fuck.
