so here i am, utterly tired. i can't even walk without wanting to just drop on the floor and sleep.
i guess there is a price to pay when you want to earn more money.
especially when you're working almost everyday and pulling shifts that might even end up more than ten hours.
the 12 hour shift on saturday? almost got me to kill myself.

i read your simple words to keep me up.
but they always have cryptic codes for me to solve.

i'm off to the gym on wednesday, and most probably going to work half dead on thursday. because my muscles are all going to be sore. i doubt that i can move an inch without contorting my face in pain. i'll have to endure it. because i want to be fit. and not fat.

because he constantly says that i'm fat.
i'm just chubby.

pay is coming in soon!
i'm off to get new glasses tomorrow.

and sher, i haven't forgotten about you. lunch tomorrow?
heck, i'll call you tonight and we'll see how?

missing you seems to be all i can do.

two more months until birthday.
then i can dance until i'm super fit. because dancing is an exercise.