The Itch

The freaking itch seems to hang around for longer than I expect.

I've got countless bouts of these itchy colonies sprouting from my skin throughout the whole day. From arms all the way to my legs.

I had been piling on my antiseptic cream like anything. Right now, I am itching at the left ankle. It's so terrible. But scratching it feels so shiok. You know what I mean?

We all know scratching it isn't gonna improve the condition of it, but it just feels nice to scratch the itch, right? You know you shouldn't do it, but you still do. It makes it all more enjoyable, don't it?

Last night, I told myself that I should perhaps get up a little earlier to get some muscles working and get the heart pumping. But apparently, those words fell on deaf ears. Haha!... I'm like that.

I refuse to compromise my sleeping time. However, when it comes to me having to wake up early due to work, I can do it 99% of the time. There's really something strange about how my job makes me feel. It's like I was born to do it.

My mother asked me to get a better paying job like my cousin did. I was like, "What for? I'm getting along fine,"

I don't really see myself working primarily for the money. The money part's just a bonus for me. I love the experience, I love how it makes me feel.

Therefore, if I were to die now, I would die a happy person.

Hey, dying's not all that bad, okay. It simply means your time is up and that's that. That's why it's imperative that you enjoy every moment of your heart pumps.

Death to me is peaceful and calm. But then I guess I should stop harping on it since 'it is so unlucky and negative'.

Tomorrow at work, I face off with the ultimate tyrant at work. She had been gone for a while and just got back. This tyrant gave me hell when I first started work. Well, she got hell from me too, and now she's back, hopefully without a vengeance.

Today, I heard some things about the company giving the sack to incompetent employees to pave way for new blood. Kinda funny, thinking how incompetent I've been today. Then I got kinda smug and continued my incompetence at work.

We could practically hear the crickets for the whole day. I was just listening to music, SMS-ing away, power-napping, visiting the toilet for no reason, etc.

But seriously, time passes quite quickly at work. Very conducive place to pass time.

This throat of mine is giving me trouble. It doesn't feel like much of a sore throat anymore. It feels like something more persistent. I was stuffing my face with fruits today. And I almost drowned myself with water. Trips to the toilet excreted excessive amounts of Vitamin C. I think overdose also not very good for the body. Hmm, and it took me till now to realise.

Meanwhile, I wait for TP to call me.