just minishorts.

Just a year ago I was able to stay up to about 6 a.m. in the morning writing pages and pages of my research reports. I would then head off to bed at that time, take a short nap (an hour or so), and then go back to the computer at 7.30 a.m. again to continue with work. Sans breakfast, sans coffee, sans FOOD.

Today I realize that I'm really getting older.

I was up till 5.30 in the morning, trying to churn out over 20 pages worth of multiple-choice questions on Phrasal Verbs for testing. My deadline is at 8 p.m. tonight and I am so dead. My head is hammering from a stupid concussion, I have an excruciating pain in my right shoulder, and I feel like crumbling down in a heap right now, right here.

One year ago, this sort of burnt-out syndrome was unheard of. Miss minishorts was the reknowned go-getter, an endless spring of energy seemed to run through her veins, and she could take on as many projects as she liked.

Well, I overestimated myself lah. I think I can't take on anymore jobs. Of course I'll be paid an okay sum for the crappy work I did over the past week, but noting the energy that's been drained away. Na-ah. I think I'll stick to the day job, thank you very much.