tired

i am tired. really. saturday was hell. i was running all over the place. didnt help that i was drenched like a wet fish by the early morning rain. its a miracle i'm not sick now. come to think of it, saturday was really all a blur, i was so busy collecting the rations and planning the routes and watching out for alternative routes or traffic jams, i didnt really bothered to know which minister was present for the show. actually, i couldnt care less. slaving it out, getting stuck between senior commanders, getting stuck with my men's personal problems, man, and you thought that the Mr. T.T. Durai's problems were tough. well, at least the guy have his 'peanuts' to seek comfort from.