Leaky nose. Cracked lips. Ping-pong ball lump at the back of my throat. Swallowing is a teary affair. Panadol after meals. Sleep after Panadols.
My brain works but in instalments. I need my bed and pajamas.
So here I am, propped up by pillows and achy knees.
Thank God for e-mail and sms, I can enjoy my own silence.
Big CROAKY birthday shoutout though, to the Musicman - Happy 25th!! Take the weekend off, buddy.
1 comment:
hey.. thanks. get well soon.
Great blog by the way. Have been coming back to check for new entries. Great job.
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