Now, I've got a retarded-acting nose that couldn't stop sneezing since yesterday to match up with my already retarded attitude the previous night. A relaxing weekend came to a halt when you have a bitch nagging at the back of your head, telling you that you're not doing this right and you're forgetting about this and that or that you have a bunch of unmotivated workload to attend to. Then, finally you realize that nagging bitch was just a figment of your retarded imagination.
Did I mention how much I hate being sick? I turn into a whiny bitch and when it comes to explaining my symptoms of "illness" to the people around me, I turn on the "drama queen" mode. It's ridiculous. Again, the retardation, what can I say? Worst part is, my boyfriend is not feeling well and it's been a week already, which worries me but I just don't say it out because I don't want to stress him up further.
I know Mr. Monday comes right after the weekends along with it's monday blues but I can't help but wish monday would arrive so I can get through this weekend already. Perhaps a new week is what I need to not fall into the mental retardation category (yet I'm a Psych major, the irony of it). Speaking of which, that means Tuesday is just nearby, hugging hands with Monday and I don't think I can take the much unwanted stress Tuesday is about to bring me because of my defense meeting with my supervisors.
Who wants to cheer me up?
