It's almost eleven pm. My left foot is throbbing. Not in much pain, just uncomfortable pain. But pain nevertheless.
Can sleep because it's bothering me.
Drizzling outside. Love the sound of the rain drops as it hits my windows. But it's not cold. It's warm.
I can only imagine those who are still working at this hour. I used to. Working in a 7-11 during my late teenage years. Can't find meaning in it. Glad I left.
Sent from my Samsung Galaxy smartphone.