Yesterday, I got sick in the office. No, I didn't throw up though I was tempted to just to ease that really bad feeling but I didn't. It was just a headache and a fever, no biggie, which was taken care of, brilliantly, by 2 paracetamol tablets ^__^
Yesterday, when I was on the bus, a man suffered an attack of some sort. He just slumped onto the woman next to him and she was the one who told everyone within hearing distance that the man had an attack. He was having difficulty breathing and some spittle was sliding down his mouth. The driver and the conductor told the traffic aide who then proceeded to call a cab and some guys carried him out to the cab with his things. Presumably, the cab driver was told that his passenger was having an attack of some sort and that he should take him to the hospital. Presumably. Ot I'm just being a cynic again.
Yesterday, I slept while angry. What else is new?
Yesterday, himself and I talked some for a while as I waited for the time so I could go. It was just chatting about some stuff that we both had an interest in, namely anime and figurines and mecha models.
Yesterday, I wanted to kill someone.
Yesterday, I had to live.
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