They come for me….

I didn’t ask for it…

It is the weekend and here I am, slaving away at the PC because there are so many deadlines involved. Someone told me datelines should be spelt deadline and I told him, I am aware of that but I hate the word, ‘dead’ so I usually spell dateline with date instead of dead.

However, this weekend, it is one DEADline for me. I couldn’t go anywhere because if I don’t complete my assignments, my backside will be grilled. Anyway, there isn’t anything for me to do nor do I have any place to go. Enough of shopping and walking aimlessly at the mall. Enough of the sun, sea and beaches. I just had my mask therapy last night and I am not going to expose my naked facial skin to the killing sun.

So, wish me luck while I slave for another 4 hours, making big bucks. Why oh why do they love me so much? I have enough, yo! But keep sending them to me, please.