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Saturday, November 1, 2008
blearghh!!!!

im phreaking tired.
my mind is not in service.
my body is losing control.
my feets are crying fer help.
im losing my sleep over work.

now i know what tired really means. ive been complaining for too long now but i cant help it..its saturday yet im at work, settling all these urgent tax work.oh boy! its definitely not easy when you know its ur own clique who put in the wrong figures and you hafta reconcile evrything..
love has been psycho-ing me well enough but im not lured into his words cause im the one whose having to go thru all this..and if i dont complete my task on time, my life would be hanging on a thin thread..shall not brag no more.now i really cant wait to meet shamella and enjoy myself b4 going back to work on monday.

god bless me.