get-well-soon plan gone wrong
My feeble immune system has (yet again) succumbed to the flu, after a week of excessive sun bathing, sporadic swimming, and partying till the wee hours of the morning.
As a result, ive been left with no choice but to stay holed up at home, trading my usual alcoholic beverages for gallons of H20.
‘Tis sucks, seeing that my trip to pangkor is in three days; and ive been getting really desperate – yet, my overzealousness has proved to be more detrimental than successful.
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Not only am I worried that I may not recover from the flu, but also the possibility of a hyponatremic death from the sheer amount of H20 I am chugging down.
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My attempt to quit the fags has caused me to become an even bigger domestic nuisance – complete with the mood swings, restlessness, listlessness, irritability, itchy itchy itchy….itchy..itchy….
Speaking of my new found depression; channel 11 on astro, or the discovery travel and living never fucking fails to depress me.
It depresses me that whole books and reality television shows can be written and aired on countries, cities, town and places that I will never be able to see.
If there were ever a singularly depressing past time, it would be to sit through yet another travel program about Milan, Greece, Portugal, Venice, Chile, Caribbean Islands etc., knowing with absolute certainty that I would probably die before seeing just about a fraction of the world. L
Oh man, this ‘quit fags’ and water poisoning is really starting to fuck w my mind.
