This is RNDM.

There’s a little yellow cardboard star that hovers above me, clipped on some yarn rope by a small plastic squirrel peg.
It flutters softly in the stale air above my monitor, one side inked with notes of encouragement & praises by generous colleagues and the other side blank. I chose to have the blank side facing me so when I look up, I get reminded that such commendation are only worthy of self-resolution and not for narcissist ego-stroking.
I feel like I am being confined in this small cubicle-d space, the air being sucked out of me and my creativity restrained.
I feel like I should be doing a lot more, doing something so that the simple life I’m living is a reminder of a privilege I had once forsaken.I need to be doing something.

In short, I need my weekend.
Again.