The moment i woke up i knew it was going to be a badddddddd day.
I had to force my eyes open but the lid muscles weren't being very cooperative and refused to relax and remained taut.And Puffy.
My nose was congested.
I was sneezing my lungs out.
My face just felt as though a thousand minimini ants were moving about.
All i wanted to do is i just wanted to rub my face with a warm face cloth and hold it there while i sit on the bowl. Motionless till the head nods off in slumber.
But of course i couldn't.

So I showered hoping the steam would help.

The egg sandwich i made last night for breakfast felt like plastercine..the doughy thingy.Completely tasteless..though mom said it was good.

And somehow you just feel clumsy and all.. walking around the house and then standing in the middle of the living room wondering what it was that you wanted.
Finally remembering it, taking it all feeling butter fingered.

That you just wanna dress down in shorts and Tshirt but it'll do worse foryour mood and state of mind so you dress up a little trying to perk you up slightly.. making you less zombified and presentable.
You know that kind of feeling..just itchy,stuffed up, and clumsy.

All you wanna do is wear your soft loose pajamas that smell of you and curl up in bed with your comforter to your chin.. tucked with a box of tissue by your side and stare at the ceiling till you fall asleep.

How i wished i was doing that..

But here i am with a cup of green tea by the keyboard, nori to my left, bin full of tissues by my side, cirrus in my tummy and praying that it will work.