~Oouch! Sundays BURNT

My tiredness is accumulating. Every morning wc sms me, "sleep well boh?". I will reply, "Not enough..."

Many things are happening “this quarter”, both at work & at home. My Sundays are burnt! ~~Sob, I feel like crying. Cry like baby who needs sleep. But this will go on for another few more Sundays. Until I shift house, I guess…

Oh my honey SUNDAYS… You know I need you.