If I had another workless day, I’d be happier than words can say.
I would clean that room and put that 3-month old baggage away. I would sort out my bags instead of go out to play.
I would clear all outstanding laundry and iron all my clothes. I’d change my bed sheets, maybe slap a mask on my nose.
If only tomorrow was again a Sunday, I promise I won’t play Angry Birds all day.
I would cut my nails neatly, perhaps paint them red. I would treatment my hair so they don’t look so dead.
I would fill up my log book with the intern work I did. And maybe even print it out for my senior to read.
But Alas! I checked the calendar, and guess what I found? Not till August are public holidays coming around!
Hence, I guess I’ve got to be good. Do not what I like, but do what I should. Monday blues need to go away, the weekends are over work’s here to stay!
Perhaps…. on another day?
