I'm going to Japan in three days, but I don't feel it. Coz I still have to work three more days. Well, two and a half more days.
I used to love coming to work. I really did. Now I'm struggling even to remember why that was. Everyday I wake up, and the thought of spending another eight whole hours here makes me want to suffocate myself to unconsciousness(not death, gosh no. i need to get myself to japan first =P) with a pillow so I'd have a valid reason to skip work.
And the thing is? I've never skipped work. Except for one friggin' day when I got into a car accident in LDP and I couldn't open my car door coz it was so crumpled.
The only thing that cheers me up at work is Harry Potter. Yes, I am reading the final HP book at work. So report me.
And even that didn't do me much good coz I ended up weeping quietly to myself during lunchtime, mourning over the death of - oh you haven't read it? - nvm then.
I can't believe they died. =( That's even more heartbreaking than finding out Dumbledore is gay. Tell me Snape is gonna die, THEN I'll be upset.
OMG, he IS going to die, isn't he. I have this disturbing sense of affection for Snape; I can't explain it. I keep hoping the story will take a twist and he was actually on Harry's side all along.
OMG he's gonna die. I nEEd to get back to the book. Why's everyone around my desk??
