It’s Friday and I am home. In fact, I’ve been home for the last couple of days due to a national holiday (end of Ramadan festivities). I am loving every minute of it and wish I won’t have to go back to work tomorrow but that is daydreaming the impossible.

Anyway, I slept really late last night, thinking about so many things I wish I had a second, spare brain to slam those thoughts into. I was overloaded with thoughts - mostly useless ones. So what’s a girl to do at 1 am? I turned the PC on (what else) and read news, blogs and news and blogs. I finally dragged myself to bed at 2:30 am in utter surrender to something I have no control of - the internet. The information and endless source of reading material just won’t end.

Then I woke up at 6 am. What!? When it’s work week when I have to wake up at that time I feel like dying, now that I am having my break I wake up at this hour so effortlessly? You’ve got to be kidding me.

It’s 8 am now and all the people in my house are not showing any signs of waking up. They are smartly utilizing the good ‘ole Friday break, my friends. And I envy them very much!