I had no appetite. The moment since I woke from the afternoon nap, I lost my senses... Lost every conscientiousness... Maybe it is my gastric, maybe it's just myself... But I forced myself to swallow two pieces of fried chicken Dad & Mum brought back. I peeled away the skin for the first time in my life, the meats made me want to puke. But Mum's going to rant at the wastage of so much money and food, so I had to make the deal with 2 pieces; 1 thigh 1 drums... The skin took up almost half of the pieces...

Today's so screwed... Everything's so unsmooth.. that dream, Mum's usual noises, my conscientiousness, my body, my appetite, my stresses, my mood.... Feeling very unwell, feeling nauseous.. I hate Sundays, again...