#16: FASTIGIUM
I'm sick. I really am. And I vaguely even know why.
Maybe it's the slight drizzle that day. Mom said it's a bad drizzle. How should I know? I can't ask the rain such a rhetorical question. And how should I know if it won't lie?
Or maybe it's the bus that I rode on the way home. Imagine- they turned off the aircon! Ack. Is the economy that down for the conductors to connive with the passenger's paid-for comfort? I digress. So most of the time I was either clutching my head or my stomach. I think it's my right to vomit right then and there. But for the sake of humanity and self-respect, I didn't. I didn't.
But then again, maybe it's because I played Dance Maniax afterwards, dizzy and nauseated as I was. I dunno what came over me. I think it's out of habit. Anyway, try this game and you'll see what I mean.
Whatever the reason was, morning saw me as a vegetable cocooned in the thickest of my blankets. I'm manic, I'm irate. I am foaming at the mouth. I am homicidal. I am suicidal. I'm humiliated, debased, degraded. I am nauseated. Well, not really. But i'm certainly wet and wild, I might say. Wet with perspiration, and wild with unrest. I mean, I was awake the whole night. You probably know the feeling. And what's worse, my cellphone alarm kept ringing non-stop for no reason. Thank God I slept for a couple o' hours after I threw the damn phone on the wall. But it was replaced later on by mom's beeping cellphone. Man. There's nothing like Boom Tarat-Tarat at the start of your day.
Anyway I went to my momma's room, hugged her, and asked to be pampered. Well that's one upside of being sick. You get to be served first-class and be given a massage, which is rare, since momma is a working-class woman. After her massage I kissed her on the cheek like any other good, sick kid would do. I think she was rather pleased that i'm ill. I wonder why..? ^__^
Anyway, she left me for work, so I was home alone. I just slept my free day off. I woke up at 12:00 and cursed. I totally forgot it's mock test day. Dang! To think that I waited for this moment! Well i'll just take the special mock test exam, if there's any.
Anyway, evening came and I felt fine. So I edited some feature articles till 1 o'clock(i'm the features editor of our school organ, btw). The thing is, I woke up the next day sick- again! Man. And here I was thinking i'm well and fine.
So again I went to my momma's room, hugged her, and asked to be pampered. And now with the massage is a reproach from her, telling me not to abuse my body. Again I kissed her on the cheek like any other good, sick kid would do, and slept.
Anyway, she left me for work, so I was home alone. I just slept my free day off. I woke up at 12:00 and cursed. I totally forgot its the deadline for the publication of our newspaper. Dang! To think that I am, after all, responsible for my features group! Well i'll just send the articles thru pc. Is it just me, or is this really de ja vu?
And now, after slurping my soup and taking that medicine(ack), I'm in front of the pc, writing an article for my blog, therefore saving it from extinction. I hope i'll wake up tomorrow as a normal person, and not some bedridden jerkaloid.
I miss my friends today
Tempra made me healthy
Tempra made me well
So I can have fun and play
Yeah. Some commercial. x_x
