Today, I woke up late, and immediately did some reading.
Replied to some emails, before a friend and then another asked me out.
So I did. Had lunch/tea/dinner in Bangsar. Long talks. I was coughing like shit all the way.
Then I went home, took some cough syrup, and then passed out until now. I got shit to do. My work never ends.
But one day, I hope to end it all. That is not today, though.