Tuesday Morning Blues
I arrived in the office 2 minutes late. This is somewhat unusual of me because I don't anymore go to work late, save for the unwanted circumstances such as the typhoon which caused me to be stuck in traffic for an hour or less weeks before. I normally am in a hurry especially when my roommate wakes up a bit later than her wake-up time because she is usually the one who first takes a bath.

But today, it's different. My roommate did not sleep in the boarding house last night so I was able to have control of my time. But I really had a hard time pulling and dragging myself off the bed towards the bathroom. It took me so long to take a bath and prepare myself. And when I was about to comb my hair, I realized I left my fine-toothed comb in the office, so I untangled my hair with my fingers. Pathetic life.

I hate waking up in the morning. And this abomination is intense today. My heart and head feels heavy. I don't know how I'm going to face the day. I feel like I have lost all my will and strength to accomplish what needs to be done. The only thing that keeps me going is the promise of God's love and comfort...

There are still 2 more days I'll be enduring this hate-to-wake-up-in-the-morning syndrome. I wish it's Friday already. I'll be on leave. I won't have to drag myself to work.

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