What a drag...

I have this love-hate relationship with the weekends.

Love it when it's near. Hate it when it's dragging at the end. Can't wait to get back in at work on Monday. But when Monday morning comes, I would have been wishing that it's Saturday all over again.

Another thing about weekends is that I pig-out endlessly when I have nothing to do at home. Not on real food but all sorts of rubbish. It's so out of control to the point of being scary. That's why I keep doing my laundry, hoovering, sorting my wardrobe, arranging and rearranging my stuff on the shelf...but I'll always end up, somehow or another, shopping for groceries.

Anyway...can't wait for next weekend to come! Yeap yeap, going up to Newcastle! Come to think of it, I've left Newcastle for exactly 6 months already. Just like that. Swished past before I realised it. And it's May. (God, it can't be! Already??!?)

Right...back to something positive! Newcastle...

Gonna go up for the weekend and celebrate with the dudes on their last paper. Just like last year. Er...but I think I was back home snoozing away 2 hours after my paper ended instead of painting the town red. Yeah, I was. Coz I was too tired and drained by then. (Eww, that was so boring!)

Update:
My rashes have almost finally healed! After, like, a whole week?!? It's not completely healed though, but I consider it almost since it's no longer sore and itching, but the ugly patches are still there no doubt making it an eyesore. I was so traumatized coz it got so SO bad on Monday morning that I'd bought antihistamines, calamine and hydrocortisone cream during lunch break instead of lunch. But it's like a layer of dried and not-quite-dead-yet skin that's probably waiting to peel off sooner or later or get shed off when the cells renew themselves. Wonder how I actually got that in the first place?