Tired

The last few days have been treacherous in terms of sleep quality.

Slept late on Saturday and woke up early on Sunday for tomb (niche) sweeping. Then came the dinner till late at Lam Ann.

The next day, onion informed that he needs to make a purchase at Sim Lim, which I saw as a way out of office, away from an irritating colleague. Dinner till late. Tuesday, we had to return to Sim Lim because the grumpy cashier and blurhead salesman has forgotten to return our deposit. Sent onion's uncle for servicing. Sent onion's auntie's computer to her, supper down a mcwing and jasmine green tea, and slept late.

I wonder whether it's my activity that makes me tired, or whether my life itself. Does it really matter to a person long let go?