Even though a few bacterial organisms seized control of my stomach and made it go haywire, I think I just haaaave to blog.

Because I'm going off soon and everything suddenly seems so short-lived and messy.

Which doesn't mean to say that my life has always been in spankin' order. It's just that, my mind suddenly dramatizes everything now and by golly, I worry. I worry a whole lot about everything and especially for my girlfriends and sometimes I just can't help feeling worn out by other stuff that I allow to bug my mind. I know it's all a choice. And even feeling tired mentally is a choice. And I know that right now I should choose to feel upbeat and happy and good-to-go about everything and anything. But I'm so tempted to choose otherwise.

And the most pressing matter at 10.32 PM 14 November is that I haven't packed my bags for the trip yet. And we're supposed to get it done by tomorrow, 9 AM, no less.
I detest packing.

Also, because I can't really eat much now I decided that I could still see food. I think it's getting over and into my head, this whole matter of gastro...whatevers. Gosh.

At this hour, I really don't know what's gotten into me.

And perhaps I don't want to know at all.

Cheers, folks.