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Thursday, June 01, 2006

I am about to leave the house again to buy groceries and take in some fresh air but, i have to wait for the air con repairman to come by first. i have once again skipped work to rest. i think this is the 3rd deliberate attempt i've made to do something like this and i have no regrets about it. i was basically suffering through this course on globalisation yesterday as i was all bloated and wincing from cramps and abdominal spasms. Late last night, i lost the battle of perseverance and matrydom and caved into the desire to just sleep through the night. And i did. I woke up at 7am, just about the time that i normally wake up to get out of the house. Still feeling my innards groaning inside of me, i turned over to the other side and carried on sleeping.

Too bad. i think my principal, big honcho boss, puts it very aptly in this quote that i paraphrase, "things that are of importance should not be at the mercy of things that are of less importance". I agree with that. Work is not sacrosanct; My sanity and physical health are. Then again, when i woke up i decided to settle some of my debate cca work and realised to my horror that there was a pile of other work-related stuff to do. And get this, i sighed in relief that i could actually do it without struggling to fight the battle of paranoai and fatigue.

Thus, my philosophy on work? half-baked at best. We'll see. Tomorrow is another day at this globalisation course that lasts from 9am to 5pm. And a service commemorating my church anniversary after that. I'll just see how it goes.

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