Work. Twelve hours of it. Though it was relatively painless, it’s still work. The hours dragged. With one hour left, I think about heading out of here, partaking in a small breakfast and heading home. Only to do it again in less than twelve hours. Three Day weekend? Not for me. Working Monday too. I’m not complaining, I’m just stating facts.

In a few days, I’ll have my time. I’ll read, watch movies and relax a bit. I’m looking forward to that. It’ll be fun.