One of the Worst Ever

I'm soooo tired.

Instead of starting my 2009 regime upon my return to London, I am battling the perennial blocked nose and the painful throat.

It was all well and fine until the MOMENT I left home. I think its because of the aircond in my room which gave to this effect. (No, definitely not eating cold mangoes in the wee hours of the morning, nor sleeping too late, nor stuffing myself with too much chili when I was back at home)

And now, it's taking a toll on me. Put it slimpy - I cannot sleep. Though I've managed to squeeze in 5 hours of sleep out of the normal-6-hours-which-every-adult-should-have, my body is crying out for more rest. And my eyes can't even stay wide open to write this blog entry.

Being not able to sleep is one of the worst feelings ever. When you just want to close your eyes and reflect over the day. When you want to think. Or when you just want to blank out. No, not last night, I couldn't do it. Everytime before I've even had the chance to lapse into my thoughts, the irritating cough comes. And breathing is hard - more like gasping for air.

I have to get better soon. Before my interview comes. Before school starts. Before my flatmates kick me out because I'm annoying them when I blow my nose and cough at unearthly hours.

I am so exasperated. I've tried so hard to cure myself yesterday...to almost no avail. And now, I sound like a man.

At 6.30am I am wide awake and very hungry. And I just know I'm going to crash at some point during the day.

I think I'll sleep on the couch tonight.