The Sunday Hours
Mornings to nights. Days into weeks. Time waits for no man is a cliche I grudgingly have to surrender to.
Loving it but tiring. Things are never constant. Perhaps except for the updates daily. And the horrible traffic. Say, is tomorrow the start of the school holiday? Hmm, maybe I don't have to be up too early.
Long days ahead. Challenging. Daunting even. But here I am, game.
Bring it on.
posted by Resurrected @ 23:08
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2 Comments:
So... what colour of pom-poms you like?
from one workaholic to another: hey, ain't work the sweetest thing? *smirks*
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