Great.

I decided to go to the gym after procastinating for so long. After cycling for a grand total of 18mins 53secs and competing with aunties running like hamsters on their treadmills, I was about to pass out. Seriously. PASS. OUT.

Had to drag my ass from the door to the lift to my doorstep without actually blacking out. Was miliseconds from actual pitam-ness until I saw the pillow on the floor in the living room and pengsan-ed there instead.

Oh fuck. The many times I thought of quitting smoking has come to this. And the many times I have not gone dancing. This moment in time when I feel more grandma than ever. 50-year-old aunties with better stamina than me. I’m fucked in 10 more different ways than I thought existed. All my insides must be so rotten already. Gone gone gone.

I regained consciousness only when Didi called me for lunch.

I so hate myself now. So so so much. No amount of sex can save this.

I really need to channel the tar money into something better… like expensive bags I never knew I had liking for. Like, seriously.