Friday, December 03, 2004
So, my 3 days leave aren't exactly worth looking forward to. The only good thing is escapism from someone called boss & the total bliss of getting up from bed only when half the day is gone.
I stayed at home for 2 friggin days! Spent the first getting my hair done at the salon. Was supposed to get my year's supply of contact lens on Thursday & at the same time visit my Granny (My optician's just below her flat). But Mum went out without me! Not that I couldn't get there myself. Well ok, I was just plain lazy. Then, I planned to head back office today for my editor's birthday celebration, but auntie came knocking on my door. Tummy cramps. And the weather isn't exactly inviting. (Where did all the rainy afternoons go to?!) So I stayed at home and spent my day watching the DVDs I bought & borrowed & sending zillions of birthday e-cards. The kinda thing a pathetic soul trapped in humid Singapore for her leave would do.
I don't feel anywhere near rejuvenated. In fact, I feel rotted & useless. Signs of workaholism?
// she's beautifully chaotic at 10:33 PM >> 