The past week has been rather dull, with work attachment (a compulsory school module) and all.
Its Friday, that means 1 down, 21 more weeks of work days to go, bummer!
For the past week, I’ve forced myself to wake up 6.30am, report to work punctually at 8am, punch-out from work 5.30pm and dutifully slept at 12midnight.
Lo-and-behold its the same mundane ritual practically every day.
Wow exciting right!
I did however, occupied myself with sporadic upperbody workouts, knowing I can’t do much running with this bitching limp of mine. Sianz
Its no surprise, I’ve been letting myself go these few weeks.
Its inevitable, I wont whine much or harp about it but I know I wont be in this state of doldrums for much longer, I just cant.
You cant be in the dumps forever right, no one can!
Now I just need my tooth fairy, a sprinkle of Willie Wonka chocolate magic dust and get back my very own mojo.
