i was looking out at my newly well-laid view and to my dismay, realized that there’s no traffic.
it’s a tuesday, ladies and gentlemen, and there wasn’t so much as a clogged view of bumper to bumper cars down the streets of ayala.
i was 33 floors up, and it seemed as if nothing really mattered from up here. all i had to worry about was my work, and my pc and my papers and all the things that make us earn money, that eat our time, and in the end become the cause of our sickness and early deaths.
i don’t know if it’s just the work talking but the things that transpired this month exhausted me in a way that no physical work can. i am mentally exhausted. i am terribly spiritually drained.
it must be the fact that no traffic signified i was going to get home early and this being my 16th hour in the office, meaning i didn’t take advantage of it, makes my heart sink…
i am a loser to be staying here too long.
i gotta get my ass home.
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