Even when work piles sky high, I usually feel less pressured when it hits 6pm. Cos when it hits sweet 6 o 'clock, I have a beer and I take my time with work. But some how, today, I still feel like I've documents all over the table. I can't see the colour of my desk.

Worst part is, I've been dying to check through my floorplan brochure since 1pm and get it done with before knock-off time, but I haven't had the chance. And now it's already 7pm. And I was suppose to hit Zouk for mambo dance off later tonight, but work's killing the mood. And I just wanna meet Bay and have a long chat over beers and some smokes.

And I have a cost estimate to do, and I'm a mountain of mess when it comes to numbers. And I've a website to check through, that have already gone through 5126385 revisions today and I've already looked through 5126385 times. Today.

And I'm more like baby-sitting my client. Not servicing them. I'm feeding a 30 year old baby it's Nestle baby oats. And I just wanna stop working right now and go home and sleep.

Stop thinking, stop ranting. Work work work.