Flying solo
…Only for five days this time. The kangaroo has some pressing business in Beijing. He lamented his mando has deteriorated since coming to Japan.
I think I’m getting better at this. The last time he was away for a week, I lined up many activities and stocked up the fridge with comfort food. I didn’t even need to eat all that much ice-cream in the end because I was so tired at the end of the day that I crashed into bed shortly after my night shower. I’m also more familiar with the triggers that pull my mood down.
Staying in the shoebox for more than four or five hours to do work just does emotional acrobatics to my brain. I get so claustrophobic and frustrated. Time crawls, too. I have a tendency to fidget about (cut my nails, fix myself a Milo, sneak in a news article or blog entry etc.) and not get anything productive done.
Too much caffeine gets me all wired and depressed. I restrict myself to one coffee in the morning and an after-lunch tea. I used to chug down tea and coffee all day long — by evening I’d be jumping out of my skin. Too much sugar shoots up your serotonin levels but plummet once the happy chemicals are flat.
Also, I try to set up a dinner date or two, so I won’t feel so cut off from the real world. I wonder whom I will hang out with this week?
Now I’m off to Starbucks, my living room, where there’s a kitchen oozing the aroma of coffee all day long.
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