Monday, 14 January 2008
Tea, please 請給我茶，謝謝
It's my ninth straight day of working, and my second night on the night shift. My mind is nowhere to be found, and my stomach lining is getting thinner and thinner and may soon disappear all together, along with my mind. But my stomach's not the only thing that's feeling queezy these days, it's my eyes too.
I use a plastic insulating mug from Starbucks at work, and even though it's got a little bit of design in it, but when it's plastic morning, noon and night every single day and night, it gets a little depressing. Add to that an office that looks like a refugee camp cluttered with faxes, newspapers and memos, if my eyes could, they would be vomiting.
Well, maybe it's not that bad, but it's really gotten me the craving for a cup of tea. A nice cup of tea in a nice tea cup.
Hm. Just when everyone's looking forward to spending time with friends and going out, I'm craving to be by myself with a cup of tea. This can't be good. If this continues, I think I'm going to be in trouble.
(image via Lomonosov)