My mantra clearly did not work. Well, my lack of self-control didn’t help either. I’m just too damn weak. But hey, that’s okay. At least I am enjoying myself. Only, there’s this shadow lurking at the back of my mind, repeating again and again that there would be hell to pay in the future.
I’ll cross the bridge when I get there.
My throat hurts and I ache all over. I need a massage! And another cup of coffee. My eyes hurt a bit, too. Hmm, the makings of a fever. I don’t like being sick. Makes me feel so alone and dejected. Makes me miss my family more.
I need medicine and sleep.
Tomorrow’s a holiday (Eid ul-Fitr) but because we have a deadline coming up, it’s just a regular day for us. At least for me, it is. Oh well, I was able to enjoy the weekend anyway. I watched my favorite movies all day, then went out in the evening. Next weekend I’ll be in Bulacan for my niece’s first birthday, and I’ve already bought her a gift.
Back to work now.
