Fever
Someone's lit a furnace just behind my eyeballs, in between, nestling around the bridge of my nose. It's an extremely dull ache that extends to the recesses of my skull, orange and flaming slightly. My nose is completely blocked and runny alternately, and every time I try to speak I can only croak. Only it comes out weak and limber, like the vocal chords are all twisted up and swollen.
I don't really mind that, though, because that means fewer visitations to relatives' houses where people bring oranges and return them. Wow, it's so easy to be pessimistic when you're sick. Just because a blog post needs a particular mood.
Happy CNY, really, nothing's ever officially wrong, although sometimes it feels like it is. I'm now officially in the CAP Mentorship Programme. Ambiguously, is it fair to say that the CWC teacher is biased, when she was the one who picked me? Actually, I know she is, but when it's for my benefit, let's overlook it or people will say you're being overly modest...