fluctuations

I'm sitting here beside my bed watching my son sleep peacefully, the bathroom lights are switched on, emitting a warm glow through the translucent doors. Both the fan and aircon are turned on - these days, the weather is just too meltingly warm. It's a Saturday night, and I've lost my voice. Had a bad flu on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday onwards, I started having a bad cough with phlegm, which turned into a persistent dry cough yesterday. This morning I woke up feeling as if there's a huge lump in my throat, and my voice is a hoarse whisper. I hope it'll get better tomorrow because otherwise I wouldn't be able to work on Monday. I have sooo many things to do today; My laundry basket is full to the brim and I need to empty its contents into the washing machine. My entire house needs vacuuming - dust seems to settle down too damned fast in this part of the world. My husband's shirts and pants need ironing, and so do some of my clothes. I have a mirror project for the hallway leading to the bedrooms, but I have yet to get even a single piece of mirror up on the wall. Mikhail's toys need a bigger basket to store them now, but I haven't got the chance to hop down to the shops to get one.I I've been meaning to transfer my mp3 collection from my pc to my new laptop(the old laptop is a gone case) but too lazy to do it. Most of the chores I mentioned are still pending and I MUST get them done by tomorrow. Yes...having many things to do help keep my mind off certain things. Sometimes.

Enjoy this little poetry of mine:

The red-streaked sky is looming over, lightning is its friend

If I could fly I won't be sober, waiting for the end

The waves are crashing, calling me to swim alone at night

And if I give in I would have just lost without a fight

So scream at me you ignorants, I'm not like what you think

If shallow was the ocean then the drowning wouldn't sink

Because I'm about to tell you what it means to be alive

When you're beside the one you love, to live means to survive