Work

My first day back to work.

And I only had less than 3 hours of sleep last night! @@

I went to bed around 10.30pm, and for no reason at all, woke up just a little after 1am.

And try as I might, even with the extra sleeping pills that I popped, I just couldn't get myself to go back to sleep again!

Around 5am, I gave up and resigned to the fact that I was just going to be a walking zombie for the day.

In the pathetic effort to try to make myself feel a little bit better, we purposely made a detour that is completely out of our way to one of my favourite cafe just so I can get a good cup of morning coffee.

Or at least, one that is to my standard.

Well, it did make me feel slightly better. And I gotta say, that was very sweet of Bee to do so.

Anyway, I got to work about an hour early than I should, so X* and I went for a(nother) quick coffee at this new neighbourhood cafe, which was surprisingly rather cosy.

From then on, I don't know if it's the adrenaline pumping, the extra doses of caffeine working, or my body going into an overdrive mode due to lack of sleep, the rest of the day just flew by. I honestly don't know how, but somehow.

At the end of the day, I was in such a great spirit that I almost managed to convince myself that I am ready to go back to work full time again because I had enjoyed it so much.

I mean, I wouldn't go as far as saying that I had a blast, but at least I didn't hate it as much as I thought I would.

When I got into the car, I couldn't wait to start telling Bee about my day, like an excited little kid after his/her first day at school.

Rather unexpected, no?

A pleasant surprise, I must say. But unexpected, nonetheless.

Something to think about.