Whatever day that comes with a “happy” in front of its greeting seems eternally cursed. Well, at least for me.

This week been one I have been awfully deprived of sleep. To the extend by the time I went to bed on Friday, it didn’t take much for me to just doze off and missed the alarm. I still woke up pretty tired.

It started with work, and by the time I got home at almost 5pm(at least I had a nice lunch with a very pleasant “date”), I was to take a quick nap before heading out for a steamboat dinner at 7.30pm.

It was almost 8.15pm when I woke up and my world plunged into total darkness.

It was a night I would hardly want to remember.

I changed, and I sat there, not moving.

For a long while.

I hid under the duvet, and then I stripped.

I didn’t see light for the entire evening… and I sat/lie there, in the darkness.

Not even trips to the loo, or to the kitchen to get an occasion drink got me to the switch.

The solitary was further enhanced by the fact my internet was down since Thursday night. The withdrawal didn’t hit me that hard, though it felt my life was slowly ebbing away in a way I never knew. Ha. Ha.

The technician was here today to diagnose a fused connection somewhere, which prompted me to remove the stuff from the store.

I could have watched CSI, but I didn’t.

An SMS came in. I couldn’t remember how long, or how many times, but it was good to finally break down and sob like a baby throughout the night.

As it usually does, it ended on a relatively calm note, though as it seems and feels to me that, nothing ever really changed.