Sometimes, being fried beats being steamed.
Baby, you look wonderful tonight.
Feeling sick all over again, the third time this week. And it's merely Friday morning.
Damn, this feeling is sickening.
I can't wait for this weekend to come, somehow, I do need this break.
Past few days has been a struggle between self-declared off days, work and tuition.
My brain's perpetually fried every time I'm in the office.
Accounts arrangement, calculation and matching, conversion rates and all.
I often see stars and just blank out during work itself.
And the probability of another tuition assignment doesn't seem like such a good idea right now.
Damn.
I'm gonna head for bed.
Seeing numerals and exchange rates of currency along with mathematical formulas floating around before me sure isn't a good sign.