let lemons be angry

So very very tired from concentrating on film edits the whole day. But here I am in front of a screen again, because this generation is cursed to work and play in front of the same device. Most of all I'm tired from working with someone on my shoulder. I've learnt to take patient deep breaths and keep quiet. I'd forgotten how monsterly I get when intensely on a project. I can't abide any chatter or unnecessary noise. But under a boss I now sink my fangs into muffling pillows and channel inner calm to speak slowly as if I'm floating on a river boat. So my rides home are musicless and bookless, to let my throbbing head empty itself of heat.

Had no money for dinner tonight, so I came home feeling deflated. Thank God and my mother for leftover beef stew, which is heavenly the day after it's made with a chunk of rice thrown in. And really TGIF in a few minutes' time, oh finally, finally, saturday is here.

Saturdays have never been this precious. Saturdays are cell days, and going out days, and so tgif. And tgif because it's been 28 jam-packed 12 midnight weekends!