Dainty Diva
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Tiredness numbs my anxiety, the queasiness about speaking in front of the 10 guests and my profs. Perhaps, tiredness is a good thing after all. It somehow cushion me from the wild thoughts about what would happen. When I stood in front of the laptop with the screen at the back, all I could do is to speak what’s on my mind. Heck the script, heck the nice metaphors and quotes I’ve prepared.
Day after day, meetings after meetings and projects after projects. My sleep debt just can’t stop accumulating and the clock just refuse to pause for a few minutes to catch my breath. My fever is getting from bad to worse, I could feel that my organs are burning and my body is freezing. I guess I need to consult the doctor again as I ran out of the fever medicine. I need to take my medicine regularly to keep my temperature down and to continue with the project. Another 2 reports to go. I know all these will be ending soon. Very sooooon.
