Mood: Sombre

Listening to: Violet Hill by Coldplay

It’s been a really long day. Too bloody long.

Had only 4 hours sleep last night, no thanks to my chronic insomnia.

Went to work disheveled, unkempt, with swollen eyes and dark circles – not a pretty sight indeed.

Fortunately my office had ample supply of coffee…

But all the coffee in the world couldn’t keep my eyes open when there’s a shit load of work staring right at you in the face…

One more day to the weekend and counting…

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Have you ever felt your worst? When you couldn’t sink any lower than the deepest low that you’re in, the kind where you wished the ground would just open up and swallow you whole?

I have. Today.

This ranks in my top 10 list of sunken lows.

Pathetic. Utterly pathetic.

Maybe that’s why I’m listening to Violet Hill…

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early morning

eyes can’t seem to open

ended up walking into shower door

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mid afternoon

drank too much caffeine

ended up with bad migraine

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late evening

drove half way home from work

ended up realising mobile was left in the drawer

At least I’m having fun with haiku poems…