What should I say?
I'm tired now....
Work is okay.... very productive... but I had a hopeless feeling when I thought I cleared my intray files.... another, larger pile went in at the same time.... totally defeated...
Get off from work sharp tonight.... only to attend the funeral of my colleague's dad...
In the face of death, what more can we say?
The inevitable.
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It's so cold tonight.... but the heart is warm.
My love for my bed is so strong.... no one is going to seperate us...
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