Besides finding it in my cough syrup(essential survival tool for a nice, peaceful sleep), Clarinase proved to be a lifesaver too.
I have officially lost my sense of taste, and I didn’t think it is a bad thing surviving on Hi-Fiber Low Salt Jacob’s every, single day.
My boss was almost laughing at my predicament, though he nicely passed me some chicken essence, which I think I should drown myself in tomorrow when I am at work.
And why the hell am I still awake at this hour?
Well, basically because I just finished yet another book.
I have been reading relentlessly.. since… since… since.. recently, and I find great solace in avoiding my reality, and seeking for pieces of reality and of drama, elsewhere, other than my own.
I don’t usually read, but when I do, I often read books after books after books, ranging from genre of one extreme, to another.
Sometimes, my short attention span will mean I have trouble sitting through the next page, yet I will force myself to sit through it, much to my own annoyance.
It is strange, that sometimes I find such dread sitting through the pages, yet knowing how a story develops pushes me to read on.. and trust me, with me getting all fidgety and my attention getting all flighty, it can get really annoying.
I finally got down to reading Emily Giffin’s Something Borrowed, a book I had wanted to read.. since… 3 and half years ago.
I never gotten down to doing so.
And it is just strange that when I finally did so, it is because… I manage to find the ebook.
So after a day of back-breaking hours(bear in mind that I do not have a proper chair in front of my monitor), I finally finished the book.
I love it. I can’t say it is a great book, but I love it.
With my attention span(and in a daze/stoned majority of the time), I have read 4 books in the past week(sadly couldn’t manage to even read a page when down on MC), with Eclipse the one I am making the slowest progress with.
Maybe I need a dose of reality sometimes, so I will read a couple of chapters before reading another one.
I think I should pick up my favourite, yet long-forgotten genre - Mystery and Crime, before I get suck into overly-optimistic fairytales endings.
Maybe a good autobiography will work its magic on me too.
I need words.
Pages, pages of words.
(And great news, been coming home early these few days and spending some great time with the little miss. She is being absolutely adorable. Did I mention she knows her 2nd Chinese poem by now? And I want to claim a little credit for that. She recited it flawlessly yesterday, and she even knew which page to flip to. I can’t stop gushing how amazing she is. Truth is, even if she isn’t brainy, I would have gushed nonstop like now, cos she is, who she is)
I don’t know why I bracketed the above.
Anyway.
Have to conquer my fear this Friday due to… circumstances. I am afraid.
No one knows how afraid I am, because it has been so long. 5, long years. It doesn’t even feel that long.
And precisely it has been so long… I thought it doesn’t haunt me anymore.
But as we know, history has a way of being the most frightening ghosts, ever.
But it is about time, that the ghosts have to be exorcised.
Seriously, it may seem nothing to anyone, but… as we know, psychological barrier is one truly funny little thing.
