What a lovely job I have. My boss pays me to sit in the air-conditioning and watch TV. I do occasionally have to draw something or the other, but that takes up around 1/18th of my time. Today I came late and left early, and she didn’t even notice. What a darling she is. Absolute saint. If she wasn’t still alive I’d ask the Pope to canonize her.
Can non-Catholics be canonized? What does it take to be a saint?
I haven’t felt happy in ages. I haven’t felt alive in ages.
I think it’s Ramadan. Getting up in the morning (and in this case before dawn!) has never been my thing. I rarely miss Fajar but honestly on the Day of Judgement Allah’s probably going to play a recording of all my dua’s at that hour and ask what language they’re in; He’ll probably ask me to do a breath test too.
So anyway, even though my mum and my boss are kind enough to let me sleep in til 10 a.m, that still means I have 3 hours of sleep to make up for. My body’s compromised a bit with the situation; so even though I’m physically alive at ten, my mind wakes up at my usual time of 12:30. I reach work, turn on the tv, plop myself down on the divan and zone out. If Saria (my boss) would just provide me with a coffee machine, I’d start paying her to keep me employed :D.
Yet even though my job’s great, and my family’s not acting as whacked out as it normally does, and S. isn’t being the exhausting (if adorable ) drama queen he is, I just can’t bring myself to be the cheerfully miserable girl you all know and love.
Maybe I should go back to my original plan. The infallible recipe for being high- without the drugs!
The quantity of kopikos varies from person to person. I usually take around 15 of the candies to put myself in the zen+ecstasy frame of mind. You’ll probably get there in 5.