The Bunged Up Head

The weekend. Monday. Tuesday.
that's exactly how fast my last few days have flown.
really too much to go into for the entertainment of you readers.
but let's just say, my mind seems to have fast forwarded way past the rate my body can keep up with.
With a flu, your body tends to move independantly, with no regard to what the head is thinking, aimlessly going no where.
With a flu, your nose becomes like a plastic clown on a chocolate fudge birthday cake, you just wanna yank it out!
With a flu, you blow and blow; and blow until you have enough scrunged up tissues to fill a pillow, wipe your nose so much you need to apply survivol cream to sustain life and your fulcrum so numb it feels like a balcony, edging over your sore dark-pink lips.
No need for more imagery i think.

I was beyond tiredness last night that I woke up at 5am.
"huh?"
yah, exactly what i was thinking when i stared outside to meet complete darkness with a hue of red.
It was almost like a scene from an end-of-the-world movie.
Of course the sky seems endless but every can, to a certain extent, see where the sky finishes.
This time! the sore sky seemed to be containing the layout of my town, like a box painted on the inside.

Needing some health from food, I stirred up a nice concoction of chicken, tofu and all the veg in the world, producing a popiah tasting colourful dish!
I was so proud of myself, i took a picture.
pitiful i know.