It’s Monday. The time is 11:15, in the morning. I’ve been in office for an hour now and the net sum of what I have achieved so far comprises of drinking a cup of tea and checking my mail. I am feeling really sleepy because I was up late last night playing Counter Strike. I am looking at a day of really boring work ahead of me. I am feeling very cold because I got wet when coming to office and the AC here is really very powerful. And someone stole the stationary on my desk – again.
Good morning to you all!
It’s Monday. The time is 11:30, in the morning. I had a really chilled-out weekend. Saw lotsa good movies and played hours of Counter Strike. Woke up late in the morning. No hurry in coming to office. After all just some boring work to do all day. Plus I have a really cool manager who doesn’t really mind if I come in late. I got wet on the way to work today, but that was more by choice as I love getting wet in the rain. Although I won’t have anything super-exciting to do for the rest of the day, at least it gives me the time to write.
Good morning to you all!
Same morning. Two versions. Started writing the first version. Then felt that things weren’t as bad as I like to make them seem. Or rather, things don’t have to be as bad as I’d like them to be to give my self an excuse for cribbing.
“… I look at the world, and I notice it’s turning,
While my guitar gently weeps…”
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