Monday, September 26, 2005
coming down and wretched.
It feels absolutely miserable to wake up at 530 in the morning, with your heart pinched in fear, your eyelids sealed with mucus, coughing your lungs out, severely blocked nose, ice-cold feet, and a gnawing cookie-monster in place of your tummy. The left ear just got blocked, and my right ear is starting to ring. At least I'm not the only one (as Selena likes to say, 'misery loves company'): there's a current flu-epidemic in the flat, Jo and Lalang have also fallen ill. And it's pretty incredible that all of us are awake at this time, contributing to the cacophony of coughs, wheezes, sneezes and moans. Consecutive nights of clubbing in Ibiza, probably wasn't such a good idea after all. This is such a whiny trashy indulgent post (which one isn't?) and I can safely conclude that my brain has been fried for good. The same way I fried eggs with chai por, veg, and beef with aubergines for lunch yesterday. Ah well, I suppose I can always get a brain transplant. I can always do with an IQ boost.
she procrastinated @ 06:47 |
|