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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

over conscious

i'm tired.

i wish a day had 42 hrs. not 24. then, no matter how late i work, stay up, play with bunny, read an interesting book i absolutely can't put down until my dry eyes smart, i've only used up 18 hrs n i can sleep the next 24. is my math right? yes.
now? after using 18 hrs i have a scant six. minus eating, travel, various other shit, what's left over for my sleep is -
. (number too horrible for thought). not enough.
work is good. work is great. work is shit. work is dead.
money? what money? v said the last time she did some freelance w my company. boss took 3 mths to validate her cheque.
like that huh. sorry ogy, soon i'll have to share ur hay n pellets. oh wait. that's if i have money to buy them. if not, guess we can always go down n eat grass.
i have an aversion to seeing the letter k nowadays. i freeze when my phone beeps n i see k. true to all rules of human perversion, the more i don't want it to, the more my phone rings merrily away spewing k's.
my boss name has two k's. that's not it.
i am listening to lotr ost. yes, so singaporean with my acronyms. im just tired. my shoulders r so tensed n hunched, muscles all bunch, i feel like an lotr ogre. add my eyebags, shock of drying hair, crusty dry lips and it's a perfect match.
i don't want to work tomorrow.
i hate taking cabs now. having aching shoulders gives me headache. travelling with a headache gets me carsick. my favourite words now are 'i feel like puking.' meeting the J-gang last friday after my 40 min cab ride, i happily ran off after hasty hi-s to miserably retch in the public toilet. in a day, i can blow $70 on cab. so what if they're throwing money at me to do it? its a really good way to cure a lazy cab-addiction, i admit. cold sweat n puking n all.

have i mentioned i'm tired?
goodnight.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hello Dear..get some sour plums to accompany you. looks like yr body is telling you stg...but hang in there..and stop before you kill yourself at yr job.

9:47 pm  
Blogger daa said...

haha. won't kill myself la. just sounds (n feels) like it. i'm looking to get travelsick pills.. how dumb rite in SG. let's see how i do when they put me on a coach to Malacca (yes gg next week on biz trip). noT looking forward to that part.

hey yas.. we missed ya at dinner the other day.. u've been working with no off day for some time right. take care, i don't want to see u thinner than u already are..

1:35 pm  

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