rough landing

These days were just filled with stuffs to do. The day starts when I girded, am ready to go all the way. All the hard work doesn't comes with good comments though. Some do. There I make myself some hallmark records and some uncontrollable mistakes drag you down to bottomless pit. So I think I am making the extreme of both axis. At the end, I went home tired every night. I get lucky if I can go home at 2230. Mostly pass 12. Far end would be 2am. The last few hours was just a dead kite flying on dark cloud sky. My blur vision was just enough to see the direction of my bed and hit the target hope that angel would do the rest. I end my day with rough landing. Crushing into my bed.