.. despite having MC till next Monday. The smses, emails and calls coming in were driving me crazy I guess. Sometimes, I feel that this is not a job anymore. It’s like a chain and balls around my legs, shackling me to salaried locks.

I want to rest at home till next Monday, almost rebelliously, but strangely I still find myself dragging myself out of bed, showering with an aching body and prepare to go to work.

If only you could see me today, you would have been shocked. None of my usual “glam glam” get ups but a boring simple black Dorothy Perkins blouse and my indigo jeans. Low heels. Almost non existent makeup. I looked dreadful.

My back felt as if a sledgehammer had been swung repeatedly onto it but that is nothing compared to my brain. An absence of 2 days and my mail box was exploding with urgent requests, meeting requests, taitai whinings and show invites. To say that I had a raging and persistent headache from all these would be an understatement. IN times like this, I thank Starbucks. But in a month’s time we will be moving to a godforsaken place where Starbucks is not even on the horizons and the only coffee available is Olio Dome *grimaces*

Sigh, the medicine that is supposed to make me feel less pain is giving me more “pain” in another area. It made me woozy and stupid the whole day. When Miranda asked me a question, I told him straight that I can’t think. He looked taken aback. Normally I have a quick retort or reply…I am officially indisposed and stupid now. *sobs*