Nauseous and drowning.

Maybe I slept too much during the weekend. I woke up at around six plus in the morning feeling like I didn't sleep at all. Then I tried to get back to sleep but the sky started to turn blue. Got out of bed and went to work.

There was so much to do today. I knew Boss was in a bad mood because I could hear the sound of her sighing very loudly, making impatient noises and slamming down the phone numerous times. But then again, she is hardly in a good mood nowadays.

No one's really having a great time at work nowadays. With all the bad news and influx, I really think there's either something called bad fengshui or perennial bad luck. I was on a high today. Not the good type. The kind where you are high-strung the entire day and have no appetite. I had three quarters of a BK burger, five or six fries and three quarters of a regular Coke. Ate and drank in front of the computer. Felt nauseous after eating. Now, after dinner, the nice fresh steamed fish I had seems to be all mixed up with the rice and mushroom and salted fish and swimming up to my throat. I'm trying hard to burp so that some air comes out and some food sinks back into my oesophagus.

Disgusting I know but I'm feeling so tired that I seem to be really detached. And it's only Monday.

Gosh. Sigh, may I have the strength to make tomorrow a better one.

Well, tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm supposed to hand in a draft paper but I haven't even finished it and it got murdered. When I showed whatever I had written so far to Boss at around 7 p.m., she said it wasn't supposed to be like this, wasn't supposed to be like that.

It is okay. At least I have got more time to draft another one now.

Tomorrow the auditors are coming. AUDITORS! Sigh.

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How much more can I take? How much longer? I wonder if life will be better when the project ends in December but I know life will only be tougher with the departure of the two officers.

What will become of me?