I’ve been in a deep funk since I got home from Singapore almost a month ago.
I’m nearing the one-month mark and I’m still feeling like shit. Whereas I used to get sick once a year, now I’m getting sick once a month.
I got sick twice on my two-week stay in Singapore – a sprained neck/shoulder the first week, and before that even healed completely the second week, I contracted diarrhea from eating at Burger King, of all places. I got such a double whammy it’s not even funny. Such irony – the first time I eat at a familiar place, I get the stomach bug.
February wasn’t very rosy either. My first week of the love month was spent in bed with red eyes and a fucking fever.
I’m not faring very well today, either. We had dimsum buffet at Xin Tian Di in Crowne Plaza, and a few hours after I am sick, yet again.
I like to think it’s the stress from work. Actually, I’m pretty sure it is. We have a couple of new policies that are sucking all the fun out of what I do. If I didn’t need the money to buy a bike and all my other crap, I probably would’ve already quit, damn the consequences.
I’ve stopped caring about what I do, and that’s not a good thing.
Please, please, please let March be a better month.
On another note, I read a Cracked.com article detailing how swearing makes people feel better, than not swearing at all. Well, I swear like a fucking sailor, but so far I haven’t felt better yet. Maybe I need to learn new swear words.
