Work was a breeze...But air alone cannot fill what's absent

I finished my work one hr in advance today and was tryin to make myself look busy.. Only had to fax some documents and hardly any typing today. That stupid machine kind of broke down on me but one colleague went the extra mile to help me. Probably a bit too much. Anyway I shan't comment too much abt tt.

Tml is Friday.. And my MSN nick is "End of the wk, Temporary parole.. Free fr my shackles". Is this reflective of the truth? What am I shackled to? Am I really sick of my work, or is there more to it? Somehow I have no idea. I just know that I feel a tinge of emptiness inside me.. What's missing?

I think I may just be missing the times where I go out almost everyday, turning my house into a hotel. If thats the case, what a naive desire.. However there's more than just the lack of recreation. My hedonism is not my everything.

I know I will find out sometime what is turning my life into an empty vessel. I just do not know when. (Even if I do find out, I may not tell)

Such an enigmatic entry... Its times like these tt make me wonder how the heck I can say tt I understand myself.