Zzzzzzzz

I have never felt the need to sleep so much, ever. Just don't want to wake up in the morning, no matter when I sleep. Did exactly that today. Rochak had to leave super early so I decided not even to make an effort to wake up. Woke up two hours later than usual thanks to a phone call reminding me about a team meeting. Dammit! Grudging and cursing, dragged myself out of bed, to hell with bathing, pull myself away from the TV because of another phone call, Meg Ryan was about to make a run for the Empire State Building in probably the only part of the movie Sleepless in Seattle that I've managed to watch properly till date.

I reach the office, 15 minutes late for the meeting (thank God for saving me from at least that time) and thinking why did I even bother while yawning. Step out of the room, head straight to lunch. The rest of the day was pretty much frustrating as work kept piling up. Blew my top at around half past six and dropped everyting to listen to some music. I had updated the collection on my phone and removed all the hard rock/heavy metal numbers. Big mistake! There were a few of them left here and there which I had left for emergency purposes. Good call, needed that so badly. Hate work.

High: The extra two hours of sleep in the morning.

Low: The rest of the day, work, life.

Points: -10000 points to whoever it is who is handing out more work everyday.