BTD

So this is what rotting alive feels like. I feel queasy and restless and I'm itching to ditch work, if it's only ever possible. The Monday bug is eating me whole. I'm already cross-eyed staring at the monitor. This sedentary lifestyle is not healthy. At all.

I've had such a short attention span today. I skimmed through blog posts and articles that I normally take the time reading. I closed a number of e-books as soon as I opened them. I cannot even go through a simple Sherlock-John conversation without wanting to just close the goddamn tab. I considered running around Ayala under the Manila heat instead of lounging at my work station, but as if that would ever happen. I want to apparate back home and read the book I left, or maybe pop in a new series in the telly.

I'm annoyed as you are with myself right now. Can it please be 5pm already?

To entertain ourselves, my friends and I, over chat, have: 1) poured over a list of TV shows one must see before surrendering his soul to the Grim Reaper (I've seen the entirety of 5/35 listed; the rest I have untouched DVDs of, or have seen a few episodes of. I need to eat more pancit for all these.); 2) mocked people -- friends or not, you aren't safe; 3) tried to get a lengthier list of must-see TV but failed; and 4) compared our lackluster/work-filled Mondays.

Now there's a little over an hour left for me to pretend I'm doing something worthwhile while hovering the mouse's cursor over whatever I come across on the interwebs. Tomorrow I'll come home to new series episodes, Wednesday I'll see GD and TOP, Thursday is payday, and Friday I'll see Pitch Perfect. Why am I even wallowing in misery right now? Life is goooood! (Though I'd take that aspirin for this looming headache, thankyouverymuch.)