dead girl walking.

after being bed-ridden for 2 whole days and computer-less, i appreciate daytime tv so much more. bring on dr phil, oprah, ready steady cook, huey's cooking adventures!

hell yeah, what fun. as i lie in a semi-comatose position on my loveseat beanbag, i stone in front of the gogglebox.

alternatively, i stare blanking into the ceiling whilst on my bed, counting fluffy white sheep gracefully leaping over the pretty pink picket fence. that's about all the energy i can muster. all my energy has been sapped swallowing antibiotics, vile-tasting cold/flu meds, vitamins and God knows what else.

work has come to a complete standstill. while i like the idea of being the psuedo slacker, my course, unfortunately, does not warrant. however, conveniently using the lame excuse of being drugged and in a perpetual semi-retarded state, it lessens my guilt of missing class and not doing anything. besides, i lack my lappie - where ALL my notes and stuff are. how convenient. to top it off, my eyes, brain and hands aren't coordinating well at the moment.

i rest my case.

i need to go home and sleep. i dragged my wary, aching body to uni to download some stuff and collect my assignment. yes, *sigh*, i have another paper to write. on a brighter note, i am bringing it back to singapore to write.

it's raining pussies and pooches at the moment. i want to go home. now.