o no, it's a sunday night again.
i bloody dread this time of the week. sunday night means it's the end of the weekend. and it means it's going to be the start of a whole new week, and it's monday all over again. and work. and then it's just getting day by day again. hour by hour. minute by minute.
not that i think i will notice the time when i'm at work, tomorrow at least. i can foresee. a very mad me, getting paper cuts from the fluttering papers, my hands in a flurry, my face in a contorted expression.
man, I HATE MONDAYS!!!!
and tuesdays, and wednesdays, and thursdays. fridays aren't that bad. saturdays are best. even though i gotta work.
ok, i declare that i'm going to go strict on my own expenditure. no more buying snacks after today. packed lunches and all! uh, that should be all.
...
that's in preparation to my resignation. soon enough.
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