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i look gloomy, so says my fave boss R.
truth is, i'm just tired.
it's almost two weeks since i took a few days off after being pinned to my bed by a bad flu. still, the colds and coughs that came with it hounds me like a stubborn dandruff on my scalp. argh.
my tito kiddied me.
para na daw akong durugista sa dami ng iniinom kong gamit.
yes. been popping pills into my mouth like it's popcorn.
lemme see:
Solmux for my cough, 500 mg.
Revicon, to keep me going, 500 mg.
Ascorbic Acid, to speed up my immune system's recovery, 2,000 mg.
yes. from a healthy no-Vit. taker, i've fastly evolved into a Pill Popper.
and i hate it.
i hate the feeling of being sick. i totally dislike the sound of my scratchy voice.
my nasty cough attack. my embarassing cold.
and i especially don't like the gloomy, bland look that i've been sporting for almost a week now.
my face looks gloomy. my skin does not look healthy.
sheesh. i look like someone who could use a total makeover. and i kid you not.
what's more, work seems to pile before my eyes faster than i could even scribble my latest task inside my head.
corporate slave, that's me.
my mom's worried now. worried that i've been sickly as of late.
if you're in my shoes, i know, you'd understand her.
juggling two responsibilities at the same time is something not for laughs.
before, i used to give my colleague a run for the Employee Who Does Not Need A Sick Leave.
a few days back, i surprised myself when i gave our EA an advisory that i won't be showing up for work. and then repeated the feat on the following day.
whew. talk about having a first time for everything.
but inspite of what happened, i had a good day of rest for myself.
CSI marathons are the best i tell you.
and now i have fallen in love with Nick Stokes. Warrick Brown. and yes, Gil Grissom.
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