anxiety sunday
my hands are sweaty, there is a gnawing sensation in my chest, and my feet are cold. all because tomorrow, instead of spending the morning in bed resting after a chaotic family get together, i will be driving to smog-filled, bad traffic mecca ortigas to report for work.
id rather eat beef.
scratch that!
id rather cross the sahara barefoot.
(egypt on my mind)
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my little bronchioles havent been mingling with mr. nic for (lemme count...) 12 days now. i was all set to bid nic farewell early december but im just someone with a frail constitution and was swayed to postpone it till the new year.
i will say nay to anyone in the office who invites me to an ST (smoke time).
God give me strength.
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