a mixing bowl
I hope it’s entirely because I’m being melancholy today.
We had so much fun with our almost-a-day trip, despite the 2-hour sleep I had last night (I was thinking about this and that and I was so afraid that I couldn’t get up early that I happened to barely have any sleep at all). There were 7 of us. And we laughed a lot. And we were extremely busy with our own ‘roles’ inside the car-there were excitement, jokes, whine about school that’s about to start (we only allowed this part to be thrown in the air for a brief moment, though), panic about wrong directions and wrong turns . And the next thing we did (with such a deep responsibility) when we parked the car and hopped out was taking pictures… ;p We went to the Yarra Valley Wineries, but it appeared to me that we’re more excited in taking pictures than in tasting the wine itself. There’s only one line for this syndrome… "Bloody tourist!!" =)
Yet I felt uneasiness about so many things, all mixed up together, until now…
Anyway…when we’re on the road, my boss called me. She’d started to persuade me to do like 2 shifts in a week (instead of quitting) when my 8250’s battery was gone. I said to her that I couldn’t even do Saturday, which is actually a MUST for us. Ouwww, what should I do? Should I accept it? But if I accept it, when will be the end? There should be an end for this. There is an end for this, it’s only a matter of time…how far I wanna stretch the rubber band.
So tired now. Surely will have a gud nite sleep…ZZzzz…
