can't seem to shake the black dog of depression.

she could quiet her mind.

what tomorrow will bring.

grieves for the Singaporean who died in Mumbai. She was so young. And that could have been me.

to know who she is. She will now sleep on it.

looks wistfully at the sea from her office window and dreams of space and time enough.

managed to go to early morning yoga, but is uncertain if it will stick. *yawn*

scarfing down lunch late and hoping she doesn't get a tummyache.

wishing it were Friday....

headache. headache. Ow ow ow ow ow. Why?!