Not going to blame on the weather but right this moment I’m feeling a little bit under one. In fact, when I woke up yesterday morning I’ve already felt like something wasn’t right with me, with body aching all over. Since then, still I managed to keep it to myself because If mom knew, I’d be in trouble for she’ll force me on gulping down all the pills available under the sun.
Cant afford to fall sick right now. I mean, first and foremost, its weekend for goodness sake! To be in bed on Saturday would be unthinkable. Its like dining out with your girlfriend while there’s a live game on tele involving Arsenal.
So anyway, yeah, got some shits to do tomorrow which I sense is going to be a long day. Good thing the morning event will take place just a stone’s throw away. That said, even if I purge in my pants I could just wheel home without letting the whole universe know I’ve literally got some shit right under me and would save some great deal of embarrassment in the process.
That reminds me not to bring a lot of cash because crips on wheelchair are as good as sitting ducks for baddies. For some reason assholes have this weird impression of me; A millionaire.
What the hell, man?
Well ok, I can say I’m richer now but not rich, as in Patrick Lim’s kind of rich, rich. I received some payment that I earned from collecting and mailing letters last month so I guess I’m richer, by 150 freakin’ bucks.
Incidentally, I have a dinner appointment tomorrow at The Curve and one of the flea market operators have this one item I’ve been eyeing for months now. I think after the meal, when the bill comes either I put on a straight face or pretend to dig deep into the pouch while hoping others to settle everything before I could even reach for the RM150.
And with the RM150 still with me, I’d get closer to owning the gas-mask. This item is necessary because you never know how it may come in handy one day.
I could put it on to prevent flatus gasses from sneaking directly into my nostril when purging, to hide my sickly facial expression from my mom or simply save myself from putting a straight, cheapskate face.