Read Man Without Fear #1 today. How apt. Lemme explain.

Some days I get home feeling like Matt Murdock after a hard night’s fight. I feel invisible bruises all over my body. I crawl, I limp, I stagger from one place to another. All I want to do, on times like this, is to throw myself to bed and sleep for 15 hours straight — enough time, I think, for my 40-year-old corpse to completely heal.

It was like that today. It was not only work; it was also the long and tedious commute home. First, there was the long line of passengers at the terminal. Took me more than an hour to get to the end of the line. The situation was so bad that even the senior citizens, who had a separate line, were bickering among themselves. I would’ve found this quite funny if I wasn’t in such a foul mood. Also, I was famished. Can’t laugh when you’re stomach is imitating Godzilla on speed.

Then there was the sluggish traffic, as the route home is peppered with notorious choke points, made worse by numerous road constructions. Still, despite the discomfort, I still found myself falling in and out of sleep inside the UV Express. Or perhaps I was fainting? Whatever. It was inside the UV Express where dinnertime found me.

Imagine nine hours of work and then that.

This happens so often that I’m sick and tired of hearing myself complain about it. Indeed, it is taking a toll on me both physically and mentally.