i tire very easily these days. trustingly, i wouldn't be exhausted tomorrow, turning 38 and such. on the downside, i have to write the minutes of a meeting which occurred a hundred years ago. pushing pens is extra work for manual labourers like me. it'll be something to do during the weekend.
i know it's lesser stressors than usual. but i find it more useful to dress up and go somewhere. but the past week has been more about waiting for post deliveries. the souvenirs are still in the depot. i ordered them on time of course. stuff just get messy. but no sweat, have to focus on the days ahead. no more cabin fever. i could only read so much about the eurozone, syria or political upheavals everywhere.
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