bah! holiday blues

i was away.

even the dumb-witted mentally challenged one would have figured that out. excuse any sign of grouchiness or grumpiness. i have been taking medicine of one kind or another for the entire ten days i was away. i am sick. i am so sick i am sick of being sick. sushi tasted like tender sawdust, wagyu beef like tougher sawdust and everything else, well, like more saw dust. sigh. presently i'm emulating some foreign being by spouting disgusting green phelgmy substance and hacking coughs like an old toothless shaky man. chinese new year has not been fun when i cough in tune to the fireworks and my head is stuffed with cotton balls. you know it's getting serious when people are beginning to shun my germ infested angpows, money or no money.

i'm tired. no, i'm exhausted. my skin is so dry, i'm shedding like some kind of peel-off mask, except that it's not a layer of mask but my skin we are talking about. i'm grouchy, but i'm too fatigued to show signs of grouchiness. i want a cold pitcher of honey lemon in front of me, but i can't be bothered to make the effort. i'll just imagine the liquid flowing down my throat. ahhh.....

holidays are tiring. i always fall sick on holiday. so much so that i have holiday-phobia now. i'm beginning to associate holidays with runny nose, coughs, fever, dry eyes and other pathetic symptoms, not relaxation, fun or laughters. forget all your advises of water, rest and more vitamin c. i'm too tired to do anything except vegetate now.

i'll go be a tomato for now.