i finally grew tired of my work.

i'm recording this down so i can come back again to tell myself it's all under the influence of the sick bugs. for the record, this is the 3rd day and i'm running a 37.2 degrees temperature and i hate ROUND panadols!! my head is throbbing.

do people get super melancholy when they're sick? i missed the spring assessment on wed's class which raymond brought in andrew to assess...awww.... i so hate myself (even more) for being sick. but i heard half the class wasn't present either so fucked it and quit worrying. seriously i can't be any more bothered than to get just a pass for final major, get the fucking diploma and get my life straighten out for the rest of the year in slower pace. figure wat i really wanna do or be. it's probably the irritating fever but sh's words are echoeing in my mind "i hate my work". it's so hard to give up a job where i can periodically nudge my friends and say hey wanna go krabi for free? but fucked it, i've travelled enough (to the places that i don't wanna travel to). omg i'm so screwed. i'm twenty six how can i even have a career crisis at twenty six?!