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Today spells trouble.

It's so not going well. I can't wait for Garfield to go home and leave me to do my work in peace.

My head is throbbing.

Pardon me. I just need to scream. Don't mind me.

It just irks me. The voices. The noise. The ringing in my ears.

When I was young, I loved opening letters, jumping for joy every time I receive a letter. It definitely was once in a blue moon. I'd scramble to the letterbox every time, even if it was some brochure, as long as it was addressed to yours truly. With my name on it.

These days, I barely glance at the pile of letters with my name on it everyday. Sometimes, it stays there untouched for days, cos I know, the letters are evil. Evil to my pocket.

I reach home after all in a day, all I want to do is lie down in peace, complete silence, no talking. Just let me be for a while. I'll blabber the house down after that.

It's not a mood swing, I just need to do a quick run through of the day's events, get in touch with my emotions, batter myself up a little and I'm up and running.

I wonder, what I'm blabbering now. Excuse me please. I shall get back to my leaning tower of work.