The thing about being sick is that, it really really really sux!
If not for PSY-Papa having brought me out for meeting, and (late) lunch, I’d probably be stuck at home all day in front of my notebook, programming away like there’s no tomorrow. Definitely not the promised life I was given.
It’s Wednesday night, well, it was at least. And no, the traditions have seemingly changed. No more KPO, no more Zouk, no more fun with my dear friends. This is one change that I dread.
I miss those nights where we gathered at KPO. I miss those nights we partied like no tomorrow. I miss those nights where I could turn to the next person and say, “Hey, let’s dance!” I miss those nights that I was with you. I miss those nights…
The ups and downs of life.
For those whom hear thee, I beg thy mercy, please don’t take my darling from me. The darling I speak of which is not whom thy think, but thee dear precious, Duchess, who lies beside me.
Okay, this isn’t working out.
Lying in bed… I have Duchess beside me, hovering, curiously watching, wondering, why I’m home and not far from sight.