Work is really tiring... It seems like I always do all the more intense labour. Yesterday and today, I have been packing books at lightning speed. So much so that both my wrist ache, skin peeling at the edges of my fingernails and cuts appearing on the underside of my right forearm.
At least, the jokes and gossips of the aunties and uncles keep me awake.
At least, the jokes and gossips of the aunties and uncles keep me awake.
Below: Acting spastic in the midst of work!
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