I hate Sundays. The hate usually derives from the fact that I've to drag myself to work the next day. The whole routine starts all over again. Getting sick of it.

I grossed myself out this morning by coughing out a big ball of phlegm. It was the size of a tennis ball. I'd sweared myself with warm water the whole of the last week. Yesterday I succumbed to my temptations by gulping a small bottle of Iced Lemon Tea and got my well deserved prize of a ball of phlegm. I shall add pictures next time to give you all a better picture. Heeee.