The first time I ever felt as if I were in a movie was when I ordered chicken from a fastfood place a few years back. As the perky cashier asked me what chicken part I preferred, I said, "Drumstick, please." The cashier stared back and me, with an expression that said, "Are you crazy?" Then she said, "Ma'am, ano yan? Hindi po kami music store." At that point, I got dizzy and heard canned laughter playing in my head. The movie I thought I was in? Dumb and Dumber—with me in a forgettable supporting role.
Today, I feel like I'm in another movie—Outbreak. Remember that 1995 movie which starred Dustin Hoffman, Rene Russo, and Kevin Spacey? It had a monkey spreading an Ebola-like virus that left hordes of people dead. Well, I haven't seen any monkey roaming the streets lately but I’ve gotten a flu-like bug for the third time in three months. What the hell is wrong with me? Do I have Ebola-redux?
This morning, I woke up looking like "death warmed over." Up until today, I never really appreciated the accuracy of that expression. I tried going back to bed but my body hurt too much that I couldn't relax. And since calling in sick would just piss me off because I can’t let a virus stop me from earning my daily wages.
I honestly think that the world's best scientists have already discovered the cure to the flu—they just don’t want to share it. It’s a conspiracy, I tell you. But then that’s juts the Ebola-redux talking. Somebody find that darn monkey for me so I can spank it.
You know what they say... Stay away from blogging when you're high on decongestants and up to your eyeballs in painkillers. But, hey, I like living dangerously and blabbing like crazy for all the world to read.
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