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.
And there are times, like today, when I wish I could have a 'How I Met Your Mother' marathon; with someone to laugh with, someone I can cuddle with, someone special.
I haven't blogged about this yet. And I've known about this for a while now. Somehow it felt right just swimming around in my own consciousness, heart and mind. But now, I can't keep it inside no more. I gotta say it.