Monday morning!
No way would I wake up early every morning just to blog. So, that’s right. I haven’t slept yet. And it almost always happens - my friends would ask me what do I do so late? They sleep early cause they have nothing to do at night, so I tell them I sleep late cause I have nothing to do in the day. I wake up on time for the sake of catching some TV serials, and that’s about it.
Yup, although my poxes are healing, most of the scars just aren’t healed yet. Not that I care much, but it’s all over my face and I can’t go out without a cap covering most parts of my face. Well, ever since I looked into the mirror one of those days when my poxes were at their peak, I stopped doing so till now already. So you should know how gruesome it was.
At any rate, it’s November 1st. If it happens to your birthday, happy birthday. And if you would allow the so very inaccurate calculation, it’s the 2nd month of my blogging career. I would like a new month’s resolution that goes like “I hope I recover fully so I can get back my usual life!”. But something is telling me I AM indeed leaving my usual lazy life at home. So I’ve worked out this resolution : I hope I recover fully so I can enjoy the delicacies that I’ve been forbidden to eat! Now that makes sense.
November 1st also signifies that I am on the 19th day of my chicken pox. It means that I will be recovering fully soon, and it also means none of my family has shown any symptons of being infected by me, yet. Incubation period of chicken pox virus is 2-3 weeks, so I guess they shouldn’t be having a problem. And I’m glad.
Anyway the few mofos who motivated me to blog (besides chicken pox) seemed to be so busy with their lifes that they almost couldn’t afford to blog as often as they did. And I’m so free. It seems almost so unfair but, here spank me, I’m having the aftermath of chicken pox. Anyway to those few mofos, here’re my messages for you.
In this upcoming week, Peter has his 2 supplementary papers so here’s my good luck message to him : “Good luck assbag, let’s do it again next weekend, this time serious!”.
Good luck to Eric with his sales too. Life’s bad, so work hard to support your Pinky, our da-sao please. devsync is in good hands. :D And good luck to your uncle with his dengue fever.
Oh yea, Sheldon, and your beartox. ’nuff said. Don’t screw me please if you read this.
And to myself, good luck with the healing. Anyway perhaps I had enough of the 3 weeks. I could still vividly remember myself lying on the bed telling myself that it would be over soon on the 4th day I had my pox. And sure enough, 15 days passed and here I am, still surviving. And I know it will all be over soon.
Actually there’s a drive beside all of the mentioned reasons keeping me awake in the night. But it’s dying slowly with every night’s deafening silence.
And I’m very sure soon it will be gone.
And I’m very sure soon I will be able to sleep earlier and wake up earlier in the day to take part in some activities that involve moments other than just wriggling my wrist with the mouse and slamming my fingers onto the keyboard, and to tell others I sleep early cause I have nothing to do at night.