I am tired. It’s 11am on the first day of the month, I’m still at home and I need to get back to the office to perform month-end (February) activities.
It feels like I haven’t slept the whole February. My statement is an exaggeration, but it is how “this” feels like.
“This” being awake most nights supporting this and that, having calls for this and that, and now pulling another all-nighter and working until 9am for this and that.
“This” being someone who still needs to do some chores because hello, mother to a 10 year old, and I have no nannies or helpers at home. Why do I torture myself like so.
I miss your steak and fries, but not the weather.
Ok, maybe a little of the weather, because my gosh, I’m melting here.
I can really do with the 16-18 degrees, though not really the negatives & single digit temps.
I also miss the beach.
I should move out of Manila or something.
— An adaptation of Bethany Rose’s prose —
I went through a phase of doing things on Facebook so that my ex could see that I was having fun.
Living life for an imagined reaction of someone who used to make me feel like the sun is the most messed up thing I’ve ever done.
However, I don’t think that it is possible these days to enjoy doing anything without being seen.
Never again accept early morning meetings after a night of beer.
Or never go out for beer if there’s an early morning meeting scheduled the next day.
go on a night of beer set early morning meetings.
It’s too early to think.