Today I woke up at 5 at dawn then closed my eyes again until 6 and found myself still reluctant to get up so I wasn’t really awake until 7. Gosh, what a struggle! It was easier on the days when I felt so energetic; my mind was full of ‘exciting things to do for today’ just because… I loved what I did. Well, sadly to say, those were the days of holidays. LOL.

So I sms-ed my friend saying that I had a Garfield syndrome: I-think-I’m-allergic-to-Monday-feeling, so that I would definitely be late for work. Well, it’s been such a drag for me now to get going. I wish I could turn to the other path so easily. But which path exactly? Sillier: is there another path?

I’ve lost the passion in my job and I feel like a robot now.

I need a poem.