or not really. heheh.
i've been quite unproductive today. came in late, for one. i feel so friggin' tired. my muscles hurt. i'm writing in short sentences. damn pms.
i didn't feel like working. it's a friday, too. there's always irreconcilable differences between WORK and FRIDAY. if they got married, they'd be divorced or annulled in no time.
i wish i could write or post at home. i wish i had my own pc. a laptop! it's much faster translating thought to prose when typing. although there is a certain charm in writing by hand, i usually have ideas pop out of my head when i'm commuting, so i'd really like to be able to just quickly log on to a pc and start typing.
like now, i'm still in the office. my arm is starting to hurt, and my palm is sore. i think i need a smaller mouse.
there's a few things i still want to do, but it's 7:50 in the evening and work should have been off at 7.
i have writing projects i should be attending to.