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ever since i started working, ive been having the monday blues. i literally dragged myself out of the house door today and thank God dad sent me to work today or i probably couldnt find the heart to walk to the busstop:/ the car ride was exceptionally quiet, dad even missed a turning junction.
i'm guessing he's having the blues too.
i realised i forgot to bring my mouse to work and now i have to suffer the dreadful chore of using the fat,insensitive and almost obsolete mouse in the office. the usually warm and friendly colleague of mine gruntled a "morning" so soft it was almost ultrasound.(she's having the blues too.obviously.) and worse, i've been battling with my terribly heavy eyelids since i stepped into office.drank water,to wash away the sleepy-ness.ate raisins, to get a sugar rush.even listened to maroon 5's wake up call.but nothing's helping! i am still falling asleep every 10 seconds. ahh.how much worse can today get?blue isnt my favourite colour so it isnt a good thing that im seeing it everywhere:/

let me tell you a worse thing.
there're still 6 more hours at work to go.

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