Sleepless I am now, being in a drug-induced daze most of the day since being inflicted with high temperature on Monday afternoon. Must be the haze hugging the sky and the haste of a hectic lifestyle - no better valid explanations.
I know I have to curb my late-night forage of MP3 or blog-hopping. Things could have been less complicated if my bed is warmer and less empty, that is what I think. Somehow, the obligation of evening class was still met, though nothing much got into my head. Yip, that's what sickness can do to you.
You know what? I am going to state the obvious: Singleton hates being sick, for there is no lovely word of comfort as you lie down helplessly weak and dejected; no, your friend or Mum don't count. I am glad to be well enough to attend the class. I say health is the greatest treasure that a singleton has. Either that or death I guess; pardon my morbid thought.