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I wanted to write but my thoughts are cluttered. Just like my room. I cleaned it last weekend but the clutter have accumulated since Monday. I've been too tired to bother to put everything back in their proper places. I have been working too much and too late. I feel exhausted. I can't even think of a title for this article. I feel like I have so much to say and so many emotions that I need to get out of my chest, yet I can't think of anything sensible to say. Maybe I've ran out of words. All the creative juice in my brain might have been sucked out by work. I'm mentally, physically and emotionally drained. Ah, is this the price I've got to pay? What can make a stressful work more stressful? A stressful boss! Lord, please help me deal with this situation. Amen.