Finally, the end of the week arrived. It has been such a long five days and I've been through a lot. From depositions at work to other matters. However, the week was also a period of some weird moments.

I don't know what kind of bug has gotten into me for I have noticed how disoriented I had become the last five days. Actually, aside from being disoriented, there had been seemingly unfortunate events too. Call it terrible, but it actually is. From a misplaced ATM card, a cracked tumbler that I discovered while at work, one embarrassing moment that I'd rather keep and a misspelled word that really caught my attention.

I'm probably overworked. But then, despite coming home aching for just a quick dinner and crawling to bed pronto, I'm not complaining (at least, not just yet :p). I suppose that is really how things work their way for a single gal like me. After all, I don't have any other things or should I say "pending priorities" to respond to ASAP, thus I occupy myself with work.

At the end, probably, the reason for this partially-confused state is purely biological. Or otherwise, like what I wrote on my FB account, it's the mix of being single and being workaholic.

And why not, right?