Low.

I'm feeling a bit low. Maybe it's the crappy weather in KK. Maybe it's my hormones. Maybe it's the unending work on my desk. Maybe it's just everything piled together. I do have my temporary highs. Like when I go for a run in the park, and then I feel good about myself. Or when Haw's online and we chat for a bit.

It's August and I just want the months to go as quickly as possible. Every morning, I wake up and sigh in relief that another day has gone. I know there will be a time when I want time to slow down but right now, I wish someone would push the fast-forward button already.

And my job. Ah, my job my job. The opportunities it has presented me have been fantastic, no doubt. The traveling, meeting people etc etc. But as a writer...Sometimes I don't know if I'm a 'writer' anymore. For the last four years, I've had to write a certain way and my fear is that I'm stuck in that 'way'. To an extent, I feel stifled. I love writing. I may not be the best writer out there but I love what I do. But after some years in the industry, who am I kidding...Writing doesn't pay the bills. Unless you're JK Rowling, heh heh.

I'm feeling low. I need a happy fix.