TGIF

It had been a particularly difficult week. And the last few hours had simply crawled. No, just refused to move. 

Finally -


Your message has been sent.

I’m done I’m done I’m done.

Click.

Windows is shutting down.

‘Hey, you wanna get a drink?’ a colleague called out.

‘Sorry, I have plans!’ she smiled cheerily as she sprinted out the door. 

She counted the colours in the sky on her way home, humming a song tunelessly.

Two glasses of wine later-

GAME OVER

Damn.

Five glasses of wine later-

GAME OVER

Fuck. Stupid, stupid Pacman.

Suddenly she couldn’t wait for Monday.