Quiet weekend...

I feel tired.
I feel like retiring.
I feel like relaxing.
I feel like sleeping.
I feel like cozing in my little tiny cutie room.
I feel like listening to my favourite songs in my room.
I feel like isolating myself, again.

I feel that one night or day, one weekend or week, one month or year of quiet night(s) ain't gonna be enough.

I am a greedy pig.