Worst Day of 2014... thus far.

It's past midnight on Wednesday -- I'm still sitting in office, at the workstation where I plonked my arse a day back, on the 4th (now it is the 5th). I am tired and hungry and in pain.... I am mentally drained and as bad luck would have it, I am sitting and typing this at a time when I thought staring at any computer screen even for a minute would be the equivalent of me gouging my eyeballs with a pen. But do I have a choice? Of course not... we have to sit and wait until as long as when the boss decides to send in his copies... 2am, 3am, whatever that is. Although the same work can be done when we return tomorrow (rather, today in the afternoon) but how would any torture be possible then? Where would the sadistic pleasure be? I have read all the websites I surf everyday. To cheer myself up (and trying to steer away from the heavy-duty topics such as Crimea and Ukraine), I have surfed 9Gag and Buzzfeed as many times as I could, until the material has been exhausted. I have downloaded five movies and am currently on the sixth one. I watched four episodes of Futurama, a full Muse album on YouTube and countless other videos until my eyes could take it no more. And when I am starving, I get cranky. And then there's this small business of this bloody mess, this PMS that has turned me into a raging maniac. At this very moment, I wish to curse a particular person.... and I hope it comes true. Stupid, stupid man!

Song of the Day: R U Mine? (Arctic Monkeys)