Sunday

Sunday... a day when most people are having a family day, going to church, having the luxury of waking up late without being answerable to anyone, watching cartoons on the comfy couch, having breakfast with that someone... the thought of all these things is so warming in the cold silent office. Sometimes, thoughts alone like this will suffice, accompanying me through the days when I'm working towards that goal.

Will I feel the satisfaction when the autumn leaves fall and the tree is relieved of its crowning glory? Insecurity abound.. Am I gonna let this affect my day? Not further. Though I'm already feeling like a second-class citizen when the pile of documents is here. :/ Bleurgh.