Of Germs and Reunions

This has been a week of sniffs and coughs. I have not been well, and staying in the artificially chilled office has not really helped the situation either. Very difficult to give your opinions when you can't even breathe, isn't it? So here I am today, at home, nursing my cold with a box of tissues (which is fast depleting), a huge glass of orange juice, and typing away. The headaches have not come into the territory yet, so I guess I am okay for the next couple of hours. And the medicine effect has not kicked in as well yet (well, unless you start seeing strange things on the page). My medical leave is only for today though, and I still have to go to work tomorrow. Which is Friday. Damn, why didn't I beg the doctor for another day! Or fake it well enough? Too late.

The doctor, who is my ex-classmate from school, was busy talking about the reunion which I didn't attend two weekends ago, rather than paying attention to what he was writing on my record. I did check my medicines after that, just in case... :) And of course the question that he kept asking me (him being the organiser and committee member) is why I wasn't there. Followed by all the usual tactics of putting the guilt on me bla bla bla... I didn't know that I would be bound for life for those 5 years of my young life. And the lie that I told somebody, something that rolled off my tongue at that cursed time because I did not have another answer, seemed to have been repeated to many others. Damn. So there I was, in the doctor's office, having to explain why I was in Dubai during the reunion, and he telling me that my cold is most likely caused by the hot weather there. Hmmm... should I trust my doctor again.. he he.

Woo-Woo Mood

I have been missed... that's a nice feeling :) I should be more specific to say that my writing has been missed. Which is still a nice feeling.

I have been suffering from this malaise of late - no mood to do anything, what more write. I am not even sure why I am in this mood. Too many things happening? Not really. Too many things NOT happening? More like it. My hands are like lead, so heavy that I can't seem to caress the keys on the keyboard to produce worthwhile sentences. My brain too just can't seem to focus enough to come up with anything half-interesting to write.

Am I experiencing the disease of the famous writers - writer's block? I do think that this is the case, it is more of laziness, unfortunately.

Let's hope this clears up, much like the haze.