Do you know these days, when you stand up in the morning and you go to work as usual. You work hard and concentrated but in the evening, you try to find what you have done.
I hate them.
First, I overslept. At 7:15am, Kaspar knocked me up. Our carpool seems to work. Shit.
So I set the alarm to 7:30am. “Free…. everyone be free… everyone be free tonigt” - What?! Oh, my phone is ringing again. This time it’s the alarm…
Trying wake up, I went to our flat. Damn, my brother closed the door and I don’t have any keys.
I tried to catch my brother, but he was already gone so that I had to get our secret key in my pyjama. A neighbour looked really amazing when I came down in the pyjama 
After that I had only 15 minutes for taking a shower and running to the train station.
Arrived at office, no one noticed I’m late. Nice one. Wrote down.
And everything seemed to be normal…
The whole day I was working for a documentation and had to research some special things, another meeting stressed me between writing and now we have 5:17pm and what do I have?
Two simple, naked pages with one single drawing.
I’m frustrated.