Not Yet

Tuesdays and Fridays are my longest days.

[00:25:04] See Tho Wai Siong: i think the world has a conspiracy of trying to kill me

[00:26:35] Joolyone: why

[00:27:07] See Tho Wai Siong: week after week, i would think my workload will get better

[00:27:08] See Tho Wai Siong: but no

[00:29:26] Joolyone: serious?

[00:29:28] Joolyone: anyway

[00:29:33] Joolyone: you're a nice person

[00:29:47] Joolyone: if there's anyone the world wants to kill, it would be me

[00:30:33] See Tho Wai Siong: lol

[00:30:43] See Tho Wai Siong: you're not evil

[00:30:58] See Tho Wai Siong: thats good enuf

[00:31:27] Joolyone: uhh

[00:31:34] Joolyone: my day wasn't exactly good either

My shoulders are sore.

My works are staring at me everyday begging me to caress them.

My Harvey and Hitler are asking for my attention.

My FMAB is calling out to me.

I'm so doomed.

Despite those.

A virtual hug, knowing how you're not alone and that they are always there to listen, is as helpful as ever.

Aah~

I'm mentally exhausted.

I'm done for.

I'm dead.