I missed the fight-club-ish Holland vs Portugal drama this morning. Damn. I heard the referee was so busy showing the yellows and reds till he didn’t bother to keep them in his 
left right pocket.
I merely saw one yellow in the second half. Damn.
My eyelids weigh almost a ton now, while I am uttering rubbish here. 
The Last Monday of June 06. 
That implies I have four more Mondays left …. in this 2m x 2m cubicle.  
The Last Monday of June 06 has been a simple day and I think shall remain simple for the next 10 hours. 
I felt myself floating like a feather now. Somehow I felt some leads had been shed off my weary shoulders…… yet almost simultaneously, within my limited mental capacity and screwed-up-cum–mind-fucked sub conscious, I am still wondering why I am letting go all these shit loads of angst.  
I am now, perversely wondering how to accept and handle this kinda of burdenless, non-productive, responsibilities-lacking day.  
There are tones of sh*t I wanted to ramble and pen after I returned from Shanghai. 
Urge. 
The strong urge to tell my friends (doesn’t matter whether they are single serving or not) what am I up to now.  
However, before I attempt to jerk it out of my mind, I just feel that I need not to hang myself naked here, probably not today.  Because I am more interested in knowing how are my friends doing. How are they going to spend the remaining 10 hours of the Last Monday of June 06?
Maybe I should start packing up my shit in this 2m by 2m cubicle. It sure beats writing boring shit like this.
I hope everyone can spend their remaining 10 hours of the Last Monday of June 06 as wanted or planned.