After having straight five-weekday shoots for three weeks, my body said enough.
I almost fainted while walking to Paul's car last night. He decided to take me to his house instead. Upon reaching his place, I only got to change shorts and dozed off. I woke up this morning with a 38 degrees C temperature.
I went home after lunch. While having dinner last night, my neighbor called that my unit was flooded because my bidet gave-in. The bathroom mat did nothing but to clog the drain making the water flow on the living room to the hallway of the the sixth floor. I came home with a wet rug. I will fix all these tomorrow. I'm tired.
Maybe I should really take it slow.
Maybe I should.