wonders of hindsight
It’s official.
I’m regretting it.
I’m stuck here in office, trying to conjure up logical, sensible and somewhat intelligent sentences and arguments, and failing terribly. I feel like I’m a 12 year old trying to write my essay composition.
It doesn’t help that I’m supposed to be back home for dinner tonight. Now, my mum will just think I’m not making an extra effort to be home early to help out with the cooking and all. And seeing how I can’t be too late home for dinner, and the lack of progress at work, I will have to lug work back home again!
Arrgh. Why?
I’m regretting it.
I’m stuck here in office, trying to conjure up logical, sensible and somewhat intelligent sentences and arguments, and failing terribly. I feel like I’m a 12 year old trying to write my essay composition.
It doesn’t help that I’m supposed to be back home for dinner tonight. Now, my mum will just think I’m not making an extra effort to be home early to help out with the cooking and all. And seeing how I can’t be too late home for dinner, and the lack of progress at work, I will have to lug work back home again!
Arrgh. Why?
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