I do believe I've consumed more medicine, in various forms, than I have proper food.
The ratio, is only outweighed by my sleep : life ratio, which has been horribly skewed.
This will be further blemished by what shall be my impending future ratio;
study : life
1 : 0

Do excuse me if I've committed utter blasphemy, but I've never been terribly good at maths—okay, that's a lie (I was once upon a time), but this really does besmirch my good name.


I did go to the doctor—Western qualified style, as opposed to the Chinese herbalist doctor that I usually go to. He spoke in Cantonese, thus I did not catch much. The explanation that I did catch was something to do with my period; hormones being unstable or something, resulting in a throat ulcer, but not to worry, it shall blow over and will result in a lot of babies in the future—probably even twins. How reassuring.

It did not blow over.

Now I have 2093580928353825 things to catch up with for university, including an assignment, and a requirement both with a Wednesday deadline that I have not touched. *sigh*

I've had numerous nightmares as well. Don't you love the ones where you get shot at? Or where you're forced to decapitate a man's face with bullets in front of mothers and babies, for both your welfare and theirs?

I also fail as a sister, as I had planned to pick up my brother's present last week. Strike me dead, whatever-the-fuck-you-are, hormones or else! Then I slept through most of his birthday yesterday. Absolute fail.

To Monday, please—god—or-whoever-you-may-be—speed, where hopefully my assignment will be finished, I'll have my brother's gift, and those damn adorable shoes. Maybe then I'll be able to breathe.