I haven’t set foot outside my apartment in forty-eight hours, much as I actually want to. I have been feeling queasy since Friday night but I pretty much just owed it to the couple of bottles I downed at Cubao Ex and completely disregarded the fact that feeling lethargic might be because of something else — because that’s what we do, right? We’d rather blame our misfortunes on some action that we believe is completely of our own doing rather than admit that there are some things in life we’d have absolutely no control over.
Or, perhaps not. Perhaps I should start taking better care of myself. Damn, I hate being sick.