I'm pretty amazed at myself for having lasted awake and healthy this long. 3 nights in a row i've been wide awake, hanging out till the wee hours of the morning, then its back home for a quick shower before heading off for the morning shift, catching a few winks of nap in between, starving myself with hunger due to the tiredness to eat, then its back home and the long night starts all over again. Phew. What a long sentence there.
And i swear by now i would have surrendered myself silly to fatigue or perhaps a worse case of syncope, but thank god i have my happy happy pills to lift my sleepy spirits up. And despite the many many remarks i get on how terrible i look like in the early morning with the horrendous visible eyebags (which i rarely get) and a super crazy temperament, im totally the opposite of feeling low. Beneath all that, only those selected few around me knows im feeling like a million bucks and i have every right to feel fucking elated. And maybe, just maybe, when im ready, i will spill the beans. For now, my lips are sealed and its only you and me, babe. Just you and me. (:
&& its fucking official now.
