I've had tummyaches for like 3 consecutive days which I doubt are caused by any foods.
I've been damn dead tired throughout the weekend, regretting I did what I did instead of work and resting which I supposed is contributing to my whole stress.
Talk yesterday on Electives is eating me from the inside out I feel like killing myself.
Piling up projects are making me feel worse cos I don't even think I can get through what I have to do to make it to the next year.
I've had so little sleep for the past few days I can't even make up for it on the bus cos thinking about so many things just takes up the priority.
Was supposed to sleep early, wake up at 3am to do work (Sorry to those who contacted me last night)
I slept at 9 plus 10pm and woke wide awake at 12am thinking it was 3am, forced myself to sleep, woke at 2am, lazed around till 3am.
And then, tummyache. Sigh.
Yesterday on the bus back I wanted so much to cry.
Even nostalgic songs or songs of Jason Mraz couldn't cheer me.
I'm sorry, don't talk to me about my birthday. I'm really, really, really. Not in the mood to plan my own birthday or anything else for the matter.
Wow, 2009 really starts out horrible for me. Year of the damned Ox.
This should be me.. Seven years from now:
Married.
Trying for kids but in no rush for one.
Quaint, clean house with a backyard for the dog.
Or dogs.
All probably adopted or rescued.
Working with some job to do with animals.
...duh.
