These days, I have this overwhelming gratitude for Saturdays and Sundays. It’s not that I don’t like my job to hate the weekdays but it seems that all the good things happen during the weekends. That’s why every Sunday afternoon, I feel a huge tear in my chest like my heart is made of paper.
I know this isn’t the time of the year when I should already be longing for longer weekends. But since 2015 began, I run on an average of five hours of sleep a day. But I guess each bad thing has something good on the other side because I am now valuing the S-days like never before.
Because they mean more time for my perky little monster. 🙂
I wish this night would stay a little longer because I am now at my most exhausted this 2015. It’s been a while since I caught watery eyes, headache, and colds, and I’m blaming the nasty shift in temperature that I endure on a daily basis – from the cruel office air-conditioning enough to put Russia into shame (I’m exaggerating), to the mean tropical heat we crawl under outside the office premises.
I hope I am well by Monday. When I was much younger, I remember foolishly praying to be seriously sick just because I want to legitimately skip classes. And I mean Math classes. There was even a time I used Mena cream as a lip balm and had rubbed the tip of the thermometer to fake a fever just so I would be allowed to sleep on the clinic and miss Math.
But now, when you have heavier responsibilities, the last thing you would want is to be unhealthy. In fact, you might also tend to feel psychologically unwell when your body’s poorly functioning. Sometimes when I don’t feel good, I tend to easily get consumed with my metaphysical drama. I know my husband hates it when I am like this but there are episodes that I can’t help but feel sad of happy things because why can’t we live forever?
*end drama. must sleep.