what a friday

I woke up, from a dream of my ex.

I worked

I ate lunch w a rather anti singaporean and my dubai indian boss.

I had back to back meetings

I finished quite a lot of things on my to do list ; Monday will be a okays. I didn’t bring my laptop home for the weekends.

I told my bro that i will come home to eat on fri, if he cooks for me. He cooked really substandard food and didn’t need my company. so i was just mopping around the house

i ate too much cake to cheer myself up. and now i feel fat.

and a cockroach came to invade my room. and escaped/ went into hiding. sighs.

 

Perhaps, does it occur to you that i feel sad / hurt, under the cover of what you make out as anger?