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6:30am Good Morning. Ah, the wonderful feeling of that after christmas return to work day. Approximately 2 hours until I have to leave.
Nothing. You can't sleep, still can't unwind. Still nothing. You press rewind and delete the days events in your mind. Still nothing. Why can't I sleep. look at the damn time. Still nothing.
Work pressures grinding down , the sounds around echo your frowns, Sleep, rest you need time to play there is more to life at the end of the day.
Nightshift taken its toll. Grumpy Burr has returned. Cheering myself is my goal. But others may feel burned. Compassion is lacking,. My brain is lethargic. My Facade is cracking.
I just want to sleep, It's what I most crave Is all that screech, To the noises surrounding me, I was up last night, Late at time, 12:30 I did drift off, Doing an essay to finish for today, Now it's...
Heavy breathing and moving feet, But the ground beneath them they never meet. Pumping hard, running fast... Staying still. How long will it last. I need to leave, I need to go.
Day one has been and gone I survived the day So's to say Caffeine has been my best friend I don't want the caffeine rush to end Broke my new rule in less than 8 hours... Brought work home...
(What I did today... I should have left that party earlier... And got more sleep, I should have gone back to that house later... To help clear up... The rest is obvious) Sanctity at last.
Coolness and the stillness. Blessed relief for now. Will soon be replaced. By the sweat upon my brow. I take a little time. Before I have to start. And wonder why I didn't say.
July is our year end at work so i've been working late and stressing about deadlines. Sadly this has had an impact on my writing as I feel pretty drained and tired.
M y day has begun, O nly 18 hours till bed!. R ushing around, N ever ready in time. I n the car now. N earing work. G etting pissy with traffic R ush through the door!!. U ndoing my jacket.
A week's holiday, Time well spent. Back to work now, Pay the rent. Alarm call shocker, Stomach churn. Face the music, Feel heartburn. Blackberry buzzing, Emails galore. Out of office, Failed once...
Sitting at my balcony four floors up Looking over the city, Music surrounding the room behind me As the wind comes to hit me.
Won't be writing much today But please don't think me gone I can't resist, Opuss I'll miss It's just my day'll be long. And horrible and messy and tiring... Bloody work.
Do you have a place to escape to. My one puts everything in to perspective. Days like today are unusual. I feel like I have accomplished everything, and nothing.
Добрый вечер, Кристина . Я разрываюсь между тем что бы сразу ответить тебе на письмо и поспать, и пожалуй совмещу эти два варианта. Буду засыпать, просыпаться писать пару строчек и засыпать снова.