Prelude to Monday and I can already feel the weight of tomorrow upon my shoulders. I know what it is, it's what's called the backlog spirit and I've let it get to me. Do you know how discuraging it is starting the week knowing you have so much you should have done, not to talk of the challenges and workload the new week holds?
These days I'm almost afraid to look around me. Why, I can't say now. Still haven't gotten my poems all sorted out. Just wanna crawl into a small hole and sleep for the rest of the day.
I know, miss my mum and dad. My aunt too.
Don't wanna bore you. Hope my week is great. Was at This Present House to worship. Cool service, new site. It's funny the lil things that make people change their minds about things. Should start composing jokes, maybe that will lven up my spirit. See ya during the week. Chatting is cool sometime too.
dreamyetty
Posted by dreamyetty
at 8:52 AM EST
