Another Day

Another day of coming in late.

Another day of office politics.

Another day of dumb ass deadlines.

Another day feeling lethargic as hell, spending RM20 on salad and coffee because anything below that price would be intensely fattening and quite frankly, I'm sick of people asking when the baby's due.

Another day sat in front of my shitty little OS8 iMac blogging, piles of work by my side on my desk but my brains too dead to even begin thinking of 'Buy Now!' headlines.

Another day spent trying to keep my eyes off some colleague's tits. Do women wear floral bras and tight white t-shirts on purpose? Do they want you to stare at the designs and make you wonder whether that's a rosebud or a nipple.

Another day wondering what else I have to get done during this week. And the next. And the next.

And strangely enough, deep down I know I enjoy all this. Even though it's killing me.

I wouldn't want another day of lying about in my bedroom, thinking up mass amounts of ideas and never following through.

I wouldn't want another day arguing with my parents.

I wouldn't want another day with nothing to do.