I am tired. Exhausted really. Sleep comes to be slowly. The mind keeps working even when it doesn't have to. Can't think of anything to blog about. Will someone give me a massage?
7pm and the sunday blues sets in. Work starts again tomorrow. Wish I could be on a permanent holiday. Well that's not entirely true. I do enjoy working. I like seeing my name and my story in print. It is extremely cool that a journalist can actually make a change in someone's life, like I did.