Okay, so I’m sick. Cough, colds, other flu-like symptoms, feverish, the works. And I know it’s my own fault. I was already feeling under the weather yesterday but I had this urge to push myself to the limit, as usual. Laughter, music, friends — these things are the best medicine, yeah?
You know that old wives’ tale of getting sick from walking under the rain? I see some truth in it, of course. The immune system is probably much weaker when one’s body temperature is cold. Although it’s just water, really. I don’t think I see any difference from showering. But yeah, I’m sick and it probably has something to do with the weather. Don’t get me wrong though, I love the rain.
I do feel quite cold. I wish I had a fireplace. No, scratch that. I wish you were here to make me feel warm. I wish you’d cook chicken soup for me (speaking of old wives’ tales once more). I know for a fact that your presence alone, you being near me, will make me feel better. We’ve discussed this though — it’s irrational.
Well, enough with this delusional banter. Haha. I’ve actually got some work to be done. This is nothing a cup of coffee and some ibuprofen can’t take care of. Oh yeah, I might actually be on TV tomorrow because of what I wrote about the President’s SONA on Monday.
It’s as if they knew me and they had to warn me that I shouldn’t be naked or randomly take off my clothes during the interview haha. I think I’m meeting up with my boss tomorrow and might actually miss watching the SONA. I can activate 3G though and just get Twitter updates. I don’t really care about seeing myself on TV. In fact, I wish none of you would. Haha, you know when you hate hearing your own voice? I was so unprepared and very incoherent, I think.
Tara Boracay tayo. Or wherever. I just want to see the ocean and lie down on the sand. Haaaay. C’est la vie, yeah?