lost in space

I’m sick of complaining.

A few weeks back, I was complaining about this flu that I had. I was forced to take medicines that were, ironically enough, making me feel more ill. I guess that’s how the mind works. Taking all these medicines made me feel sorry about myself; it made me feel worse than I actually am. And yet, this week has been consistently wet. I’m honest to goodness wishing I’ll survive this one.

On another note, I did not hear anything back from my boss for almost a week. And I was complaining, no whining, about it. When he came back, I was bombarded with all these GTA IV Project that I had to work on for another couple of weeks. Oh, great!

But, I wasn’t totally doomed (thank god!). I was just overreacting (I think). He did grant me a couple of days vacation, apart from the usual vacation leave that I can avail of. How’s that for motivation? I only wish you could see the look on my face right now.

Life isn’t cruel after all. The next thing I have to worry about is when can I get the time to shop for anything to wear on that nice getaway. Sure thing, it’s my favorite kind of dilemma.