Mood: Weird
Listening to: I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred Oh god someone anyone please give me another song to listen to.

It's my off day today and for once, I wished it wasn't.

These days, I have been very... weird, to say the least. I'm always staring off. You might say I'm unfocused. I'd be in the shop and Rose will tell me to clean up the gondola and after nodding and dragging down a pail of water from the storage floor, I'll be going up to her and asking what it was she wanted me to do again.

Or I'll be in the bus, just listening to my Lestat the Musical soundtrack while staring out the window, going "Oh look, a tree. Oh look, a red car. Oh look, Funan the IT Mall. Oh look- WAIT THAT WAS MY STOP."

I can't put my finger on it but something seems to be out of place with me. My appetite is going haywire; sometimes practically non-existent while at other times, unsatisfiable . I get... mood swings, as one would call it. I'm always gazing distantly at something. ALWAYS. And I've been told twice that I'm pale. This is not healthy.

My colleagues came up with the explanation that I am in love, and my brain could not function normally because of my uncontrolled emotions. Sounds plausible and all but the thing is that I'm not in love. Unless you're refering to my fondness of splurging but some would call that an uncontrollable obsession with shopping.

This morning, I woke up to have a shower and breakfast (a bowl of noodle soup and some fried rice with egg) before plopping down on my bed to read Memnoch the Devil. I gave up after two chapters despite the rather interesting storyline. Here, let me read it out to you:

"I'm going to stay with you," he said. "Do you have any rooms here?"
"Nothing proper. Find something for us. Find it close to... close to the cathedral."
"Why?"
"Well, David, you should know why. If the Devil starts chasing me down Fifth Avenue, I'll just run into St. Patrick's and run to the High Altar and fall on my knees before the Blessed Sacrement and beg God to forgive me, not to sink me into the river of fire up to my eyes."
"You are on the verge of being truly mad."
"No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See? And my tie. Takes some care, you know, to get it all around your neck and into your shirt and so forth, and not to look like a lunatic with a big scarf around your neck. I'm together, as mortals so bluntly state it. Can you find us some rooms?"

I will stop here for fear of boring you but let me just say that this exchange has yet to fail in making me amused.

Lost on what to do next, I took out my box of facial masks and proceeded to cleanse my face with a self-sauna mask. And after that, I drummed and stretched my vocal chords on Rockband, only to realise that I wasn't having any fun so damn the game, I switched it off and switched on the computer.

Only to realise that there was nothing that I wanted to use the computer for. Nobody who I really wanted to chat to. I wasn't in the mood to prowl livejournal communities pertaining to my interests and all those random activities that would keep me attached to the computer for hours. I contemplated watching a movie but my heart's not really into it.

Oh god, it's hot. Let me switch on the fan. Ah, that's better. No one's at home to screech at me for my wastage of precious electricity, just so you know.

Where was I? Yes, yes, I have no idea what to do with the remaining 5 hours of today before I tuck myself in for an early sleep. I suppose I could go to sleep now but mon dieu, what would I do in the wee hours of the day then!

Oh god, shut up. Have you lost your mind, woman! Stop ranting. Ranting is not going to do anything about it. In fact, nothing seems to be effectiv- JUST SHUT UP, HAZRINA.

Labels: random, rant