I can't remember the last time I lie on bed without catching a single wink.
I tot about ah yan. I tot about how aunty is going to receive the bad news. I tot about work and jessica. I tot about Shernice. I tot about Yang. I tot about money. I tot about my colleagues. I tot about her. I tot about having to work without sleeping.
3o mins. Checked.
Fuck. It's going to be a long, tiring day later. And I am sneezing away like shit now. Sigh...Ah choooo!
And that fucking ache on my upper back which is causing me so much misery! How on earth did I sprain myself there during bathing? (Thanx to the shooters, Shernice!) I must have been rather wasted that day, cos my mum complained about finding one shower head on the toilet floor with water still flowing. If that's not bad enuff, I found my toothbrush beside the toilet bowl. Hmm. I am one alcoholic whore.
22 mins. Checked.
I am sad that ah yan lost the fight, but 12 yrs is more or less the lifespan for canines. I juz hope it's going to be pain free. Somehow, ah yan's eventual demise seems like the final nail into the last sentiments reserved. Have a good trip home, yan..and be blessed.
Jessica is seriously treading on everyone's thinning nerves. I dun wish to break her ricebowl, but being kind to her is going to hurt the team. If we can't throw her overboard, I think the team is going to jump off themselves. Why can't she have some decency and walk away with some pride intact? Whatever is going to happen next, it is going to be very, very ugly.
I haben heard from Yang for awhile now. And I am wondering if he's alrite. Drop me a msg or something, bro! (if you are reading this)
15 mins. Checked.
Money. Damn those legalised denominations on paper!! Filthy little things that we all can't do without! Is there any SOS button I can activate to send them falling from the sky? Heaven must be a wonderful place without the need for money, or not...God muz be holding one of the highest-paid jobs around. Churches are getting rich from donations and pastors are staying in landed properties nowadays. Is God decked in Giogio Armanis?
5 mins. Checked.
I need food later to last the day. Eyes are going to be strained from lack of sleep and facing the monitor. Ciggies will be on standby. Water will be comsumed in huge quantites. Jessica should be on half day, maybe I can catch a power nap. Work is juz plain chore now.
Good news/stuffs never come in bundles. Shitty ones follow one after another. Fuck me, hit me with your best shot.
1 min. Checked. Yawn.
Let the day begins.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
8 a.m. post.
Posted by Sam G at 8:36:00 AM
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