the nose

i am sitting in front of my work desk. early as usual. been intending to take the bus but the rain and a groggy head made it hard to resist the taxi ride. my blocked and runny nose is dreadful. being at work, it is so improper to blow it with gusto; all i can do is rubbing it discreetly and trying not to create an ugly scene. constantly feel lethargic though i had ample rest the night before. don't know if i dreamt. the stress from not knowing is wearing me down. i look forward to the results soon. i look forward to the long awaited road trip. i look forward to a better year ahead. i look forward to better health. i look forward to little miss splendid nah.