So today didn't really work out. Woke up to a massive lost of work from my lappie, tremendous headache and later developed a boring stomach ache. I have poor stress coping mechanism. I know the only way to retrieve my work is to redo it all again, but ya know, when you're tired your motivation drowns together with the negative emotions. He consoled, he said the most cliche words "It's okay. You'll be okay." And took me to dinner at Tinseltown where I 'french fried and milkshaked' my stress away.
Love you to the moon and back, M.
PS: tomorrow is always good day :)
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