sick

spent the last 2 days sick in bed.

throat inflammation sucks.

torturous. i hate ear blocks as well.

anyway it was quite energising getting to sleep, though it's kinda enervating as well: i fell off my bed.

reached for the door knob, missed it and klumpf… my clumsy body on the cold hard ground.

take medicine, drug my brain, and let the mind drain… how to study? add 2 tests to that.

and look at the way i'm wasting my free time away…

though there isn't much i could've done with 7/8 music and loud drumbeats hounding and pounding, adding to my headache…

what with the xylophone doing the d minor toccata incessantly in high pitch?!

gotta change to slow sad music…

my favourite kind… depressing

adagio in c minor… beautiful

read somewhere that happiness has to be created… those too lazy to create happiness will never enjoy it… looks like i'm one of those lazy kind… but i prefer it depressing… why?

maybe 'cos it makes me think… think lots and lots… and allows me to appreciate and revel in happy times, if and when i experience them… too bad i'm not those kind of happy-go-lucky types to stay happy 25 hours a day… nah… not enough energy for that

alcohol's a depressant, they say… but it makes me happy… energises me, makes me dance forgetting i'm clumsy and ungainly…

but that's just self-delusion isn't it?

nevermind, i'll just stay depressed.

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