My constitution is rebelling from the immense strain inflicted upon it. The yearn to rest thy head on the softest of pillows was beckoning but the call of child and vocation made it impossible. I'm sorry for the deceit. I can't wait for it to be over. I love my exponentially long talks with DD and the invigoration of pulling all-nighters with a reason serves its purpose.
I can't stand door-slammers. Pray tell, is it really that hard to close doors with little more than a whisper. Tried and tested, I tell you, its not. And what's the use of talking to a class of little more than 20 with a magnanimous voice that can wake the dead? Even a little rest and recuperation was impossible. I'm feeling nauseaus all over again. Prolly gastric.
For the first time ever, I dodn't feel like going for driving. Before vaulting to conclusions, its just because I felt sick and not for any other reason. M also told me the sweetest thing today: that he missed me. I couldn't help myself by answering to his question of why I stayed away for so long with a "didn't wanna see you..". Surprisingly, I even felt bad after that. I missed him tremendously too. So much that his hair simply wouldn't stand today. LOL.