Crazy

The work is piling up.

So many urgent requests, pended items, backlog.

The deadlines are looming ahead.

I can see the word "DOOM" written on my forehead.

Yet, I am now cool as a cucumber.

Ok, except for that occasional streak of sarcasm.

Pressure? What pressure? Am I giving it up?

I think not coz I'm back to slogging till late night working.

Maybe I've gone crazy.

Crazy. Nuts. Cuckoo.

Suddenly this doesn't sound so bad after all.

Back to work (even though I'm not supposed to.)

And I am still smiling...