Last week, I’ve worked for almost 12 hours a day yet I wasn’t very tired. It’s quite strange that I was completely exhausted during the weekends and I even couldn’t boost myself after shopping.

This week, I’ve planned to work almost 12 hours a day except the day on which I visit BB. Sometimes, I can’t stop myself from working. What’s the worst is I somehow enjoy the heavy workload.

When I got home today, I found a note written by Mr./Ms./Mrs. Anonymous encouraging me to keep educating the kids and cheering me up when I’m exhausted. Thanks anyway.