Today is my nephew's christening. Brother's in-laws are here. I am upstairs in my room, working.
By "working", I meant staring at my pc, clicking the "ctrl" key from time to time to prevent my PC from locking up. I have finished all my tickets less than 5 minutes after my shift started. I only had 3.
Yesterday, I asked my mom to cut my hair. This is the shortest that my hair has gotten in a while. My head feels lighter now, and it doesn't look bad at all.
I've been meaning to complain about life, you know. But if you're blessed with so much and you still feel like complaining, what does that make you?
I don't know where this dissatisfaction is coming from.
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Written by cinderellaareus at 11:51 AM.