It was a long day and things just came piling up on my desk. I did not get much sleep the night before and my day was just run by cups of coffee and occasional sticks. My head spun like crazy. If only I could have my way, I would have just called in sick for work. But I cannot afford to do so, at least not today.
"Oh oh.. bawal ang mag-emote...", I would tell myself every time I would remember something.
Strings of email took my attention off my own concerns. If I could just tell people what was going on, it could have been a whole lot easier. But I can't, not just yet.
"It was the right thing to do...", I would convince myself.
It was already past seven when I started fixing my stuff.
"Finally, Friday...", I mumbled as I locked my desk drawer.
I found myself taking the lift. I lit a stick when I reached the designated smoking area and took in some smoke. I looked around me: everybody seemed to have plans; people were hailing cabs; some giggling with their friends. I tried to ignore the lovers that passed before me. I focused on the city skyline - starless.
"Great, just great..."
I thought long and hard and then I realized.
"Damn, this is so pathetic."
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