It must be something in the stars, or at least that’s what the astrologer that I was dragged to while I was back home told me. Last week was tough, the learning curve I have to suffer through is ridiculous and ten hours daily grind is starting to sap whatever optimism I’ve managed to salvage over the last few months. Even the fact that I am not alone in my misery, that this feeling of darkness and despair is prevalent from the San Fernando Valley, to Colombo and the northern territories of Australia is not enough to cure what appears to be a decline down to manic depressiveness. Yet I’m still an optimist, I tell myself that no matter how long and dark that tunnel is there will be light at the end of it. That it’s just a matter of surviving, taking it a day at a time. And hopefully sometime there will be that light at the end of the tunnel, perhaps in the form of a sunset by a warm tropical beach.

Oh yeah this bad time is supposed to last until mid July, why do I doubt the veracity of that? The weekend is ticking away, maybe a trip to the gym, get some endorphins pumping, stop the insanity chewing away at my grey matter.