You know that kid that is nodding off in front of the telly but tells his mum that he's not sleepy and throws a tantrum when forced to bed? I'm that kid - for a few days now, I've been in denial about being ill and when I started hurling my guts out after Spanish class last night, I knew it was time to take a chill pill. So instead of sitting up and writing, I was in bed, with my MacBook Pro propped up on a pillow on my lap, and working up a storm. I still am, even though I managed to get more sleep than usual last night.
Now, excuse me while I feel sorry for myself for a bit. Tea, chocolate and cookies are welcomed to the Bedok ghettos to aid me back to health.