Friday, I'm In Love

"A new month, a new beginning", I told myself that on April Fool's Day.

March had been like a roller-coaster ride, except it seemed to be falling more often and even quicker than picking up. Emotions and thoughts were aplenty - but useless and waste of time, they were. How did I allow myself to be so affected by those pointless recollections and lose track of the more important things before my eyes? I wished I hadn't. "Focus", I kept telling myself. But the more I tell myself that, the harder it is to adhere. The heart overruled all things rational.

I'm sorry I bitched last night. I had to. I needed to wallow in some self-pity and induce some level of anger. She lent a listening ear, while I let my tears flow. Alcohol and food followed. For those few hours at Timbre Arts House, much was forgotten. I woke up with a hangover this morning. Fun the night before had a slight bitter aftertaste.

My zodiac said today's supposed to be a pretty good day for me in terms of work and love. I wonder how that is going to materialise in my case considering I have neither. Nevertheless, I have a good feeling about the day. Tis' good is Friday, isn't it?