Easter Hols started today.
Even then, I am not entirely excited.
Man, what's wrong with this woman...it's the holidays for goodness sake!
I guess maybe my nerves have been frazzled to an extent where they can no longer differentiate between the good and the bad, the nice and the not so nice...
Dear dear me, I do sound very messed up!
Anyway, it was a good start to the holiday season (though only 3 weeks), as we went out to celebrate a pharm mate's birthday. Had soooo much fun yakking (non-stop), laughing madly (that's me) and dramatising (ooh, that's me too), and basically just having a blast.
It might sound crazy but I have a love-hate relationship with this best pal of mine called fun. I love it because, well, it shouldn't need any explanation, but at the same time I hate it because I get this unbelievably debilitating withdrawal syndrome EVERY TIME I have a good time.
EVERY TIME.
EVERY SINGLE TIME.
It's like I don't want it to end but my conscious mind knows it HAS to end because there's just no way you can have fun all the time...or is there?
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