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Thursday, August 31, 2006

tired.

i seem to be getting tired quite easily the past few days.
stress. fatigue. burnout. whatever it is, seems to be catching up with me sooooo fast it must be travelling all over my body with a speed of 180mph (okay. okay. i am exaggerating...so?).

going to the gym - doing combat class, jam and rockstar, indulging in steam and sauna bliss does little to keep tiredness at bay...or even put a fleeting lid to its vaporous toxicity.

today, i have to finish this particular feature for one of my shows.
and i don't have a tape recorder at hand.
whether it's a damper or a blessing in disguise i don't know.

to be plain tart about it, the fleeting vacancy is a few hours of escape from the shackling demands of my work. but then again, whatever little rest it offers it fails to give me comfort.

hay....

got a sore back that needs a serious kneading.
i am desperately aching for a massage. fact is, i am imagining one right now.

soft lights - nope, make it tea lights...bathing the room with its mellow, pulpy glow.
an oil lamp burning faint traces of peppermint and lavender...soft, plump, fluffy white pillows within reach for a quick embrace of bliss...and then the body will be readied for a good, thorough, massage...softly kneading at first, gradually paving way to harder palm thrusts that would eventually untangle nerves long sore and almost frayed from the gruelling rigors of the day.

ahhhhhhhhhh........
i need this!

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