frigging tired. i don't ever want to eat at manhattan fish market again, feel so damn sick. my food feels like it's right at the opening of my gullet so i can't sleep yet in case i feel like puking. i'm not going near a place that sells deep fried stuff because the smell will just make my stomach heave.
in the lift today some strange guy talked to me, i don't remember ever seeing him but i still replied because i take my "be friendlier campaign" very seriously.
man: are you schooling?
me: yes, er no, i'm teaching
man: teaching? you teach at home?
me: no, i'm a relief teacher at rg
man: really you look so young
thanks bub, i already know i look like a kid. why is it that all of us still look like we belong to sec sch?
our day will come.
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