The night before, thanks to my trusty laptop, I watched Guy Ritchie's latest outing, 'Revolver', before going to bed.
I still haven't a clue what he was trying to do with that movie, or what it was really about, for that matter. Although it did look cool.
Then, this morning, I woke up at the break of dawn to go for morning prayers when blood started gushing from my nose. Same thing happened last night at KFC (and a note to those Cheesy Wedges fans: whilst they don't sell it in KL anymore they still do in Perak). Great. This was accompanied by wooziness and I hadn't even arrived at the mosque yet.
So, after visiting my grandparents' graves, I set off to the doctors where he told me I had a fever, I may have sinusitis and I have to stay away from all the gloriously spicy foods that are served during this festive occasion. Great. Like I listened. I stuffed myself with ketupat and kuah kacang (the only thing I've been eating from breakfast till dinner), took my medicine and tried to doze off.
And that's all I've been doing. Dozing off. Occasional visits to the mamak stall to get my fix of nescafe and condensed milk, but other than that, I've been spending my first day of Raya sleeping.
Sleeping and drawing storyboards.
Sunday couldn't come sooner.
