Photo credits to Mr. Google

Countless times I wished there were more than 24 hours in a day. You see, as one of my friends regard me, I am restless and I am absolutely guilty. I really can't tell you why I end up working in an office with strict regard of time (not really pala, I have a flexible sched) and force me to get up at times I don't feel like going to work. After an eight-hour job or sometimes ten-hour shift I will go home and do the things I love most: writing, reading and crafting. Being a writer is not an easy job, it requires discipline which sometimes I think I have none. But lately I am tied to my promise that I should spend more time writing and by writing I mean, staring at MS word too long is not included. I spend two-three hours struggling to write one thousand words or if my muse is so cooperative I exceeded words and time. And if creative juices flows continuously I diverted into crafts. I always think that there's a lot to do with all my junk and stuff. LOL. Before I hit my bed I'll grab a book to read. So you see this leaves me three-five hours of sleep. :[ So many things I wanted to do with a little time I had. And lately, sleep became inductile for me. *insert haggard look here* LOL