Thursday, October 7, 2010 . 10/07/2010 01:38:00 AM

Okay. I haven't been a very committed writer this holiday. Usually, my writer-mode would have spurred 5 chapters by now, but nothing has been coming out these few weeks. 

It doesn't help that I'm worrying about certain school work. And it doesn't help that I'm also occupied with certain stuff. But my head is still occupied by the story that's been been bubbling, but isn't ready to surface into words. I've got the rough scenes in my mind, just haven't planned out the sequences and plot lines.

And this holiday suck for another reason. I'm constantly sick. There hasn't been a day that I haven't had a headache, runny nose, sneezes, really bad tummy-aches and diarrhoea and sore throats. Just last night, I had to down two pills of Panadol, because I had a HUGE HAMMERING headache that refuses to go away, which hampered my ability to sleep, which made it more miserable when I didn't have a single wink of sleep the night before. And I downed two little round pills, even though I HATE it very much, after that one period of illness when I had to take EIGHT tablets of paracetamol DAILY for ONE ENTIRE WEEK. Do the math. And you'll know why I'm adamant at staying away from anymore paracetamol unless I have no choice or am extremely desperate. 

Oh yeah... and I woke up feeling like Atlas, the weight of the sky pressuring down on me. Or like I said to someone else, having been run over by a truck. And despite that last sentence, I have no wish for that to befall on me. 

Okay. I better hit sack, or I'll have that feeling all over again tomorrow morning. 

Bonum nox!