Monday, you're not my favourite. In fact, you are up there on my hate list along with the workdays after vacations and public holidays. Today is no exception. I am grateful that it is the end of the workday and I can finally leave the office without looking at you for another second. You aren't the worst Monday but I still dislike your face.
3.5 more working days. my mind is on holiday! last evening's kickboxing class totally killed me! i huffed and puffed and threatened to punch my imaginary opponent senseless, but in the end, it was i that suffered, not the air molecules that got knocked around. my body is aching like a 90-year-old who's just completed 100 push-ups. i couldn't sleep last night because of the pain. i had to wake hao-e up to massage my shoulder-blades which were so sore and is still kicking up a ruckus behind me. my gosh! i tis old and feeble.
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