I’m feeling a little bit under the weather, so I’m a wee bit sensitive about everything. The light, the heat, the smell of ciggies at the lobby, the receptionist not greeting me when I came to office just now, my secretary not asking me if I’m feeling better. Everything hurts.
I spent my whole day yesterday lying on my bed, wallowing in self-pity. When I wasn’t knocked out cold from the medicines, I was complaining to myself about everything, how cold the room was, how stuffy my nose was, how my back hurt, how my head throbbed, how my tummy ached, how my mummy hadn’t called to check if I’m okay. That is, till I remembered that it is me who hasn’t called her in 2 months. So I popped another dose of medicines and went back to sleep. Woke up hours later only to complain about the same things all over again. It’s a vicious cycle.
Back at work today with a little bit leftover flu still hanging on. I kinda like how my voice sounds at this point. A little bit nasal, a little bit husky, a little bit rockish if I may say so myself. Makes me feel like I could sing really really well. I guess I’m hallucinating about that.
Hope I'll feel a lot better by noon today since I have to rush off to a meeting in Shah Alam at 2.
And oh, by the way, before I sign off, I wish the happy couple a blessed life together. Amin.