I was half-conscious this morning, only slept 6 hours.
To some of you, 6 hours' a lot but for me, I need more than that for proper maintenance.
I was sleeping in the train, leaning on the glass panel and the grab-pole and finally blissfully unconscious on the seat.
Luckily I took the train with Stanley, I almost missed alighting at Boon Lay Terminal.
On days when I'm damn shagged, I might miss the stops or just burst out of the doors when my faint consciousness senses " Doors Closing ".
I was particularly tired today, to the point of being a little feverish.
Last night I had squash and ran home from nick's place with my bag - to prepare for this sunday's marathon.
My shoulders and chest ached while I ran, wondering if it's poor physique or simply the bag's restraint on my upper body.
Had dinner at 11 p.m., showered and slept at 12.

In camp this morning, after a 2 hours sprawling on my bed, I felt feverish again.
" SM, why you look so shagged ? "
" It's my turn to get Att C tomorrow, I can sense a high fever coming man. "