Post-Holiday Life
I read not too long ago that the effect of a holiday only lasts 2-3 days. And I can feel it, as soon as Monday hits, the brain (albeit slowly) is getting back into a sluggish action. My long, Sleeping-beauty-like nocturnal bed rests are a mere memory. Instead I struggle to keep myself on an average 6 hours sustained with a cocktail of tranquilizers and whiskey shots. It works. It knocks me out and at midnight, although my mind is still making circles, like a rat trapped in a wheel, it’s slowly switching off. Like the few times I’ve had the luxury of going under general anesthesia. If heaven was on earth, it would be found in an operating theater with a needle in your arm. Needless to say I long for my next bout of plastic surgery!
I’m now on my way to work. Working my fake nails off (the nail varnish is beginning to chip) responding to a far too crowded inbox. I am down to 14 items and by the time I leave the office they shall be under the number of 5. I can’t stand a full inbox. It simply clutters my mind, adding chaos to a carefully built up structure with related processes which allows me to lead a somewhat normal life. I’m not sure my husband would agree as his definition for this is control freak. I on the under hand call it neurotic, having a far more sophisticated not to mention sexier ring to it. And after all the neurotic girls are the ones that always get to leave that lasting impression…
Still smiling…on my way to work








