Allow me to retract my words from the previous post that pointed to the haze showing signs of abatement, that was only but the lull before the storm. Similar to the see-saw relationship often associated with that between the clutch and the accelerator pedal, my happiness meter has been plunging to critically low levels these days as the PSI made its hurtle to hover between dangerously high ranges. I HATE the haze, it has caused me to have occasional breathing difficulties and headache spells, it has foiled all efforts to carry out any physical activities outdoors, and most importantly, it has indirectly spawned my moodiness and discontentment. Keeping myself stuffed at home for the past few days without any fresh air was stifling; going to driving lesson this afternoon didn't help a bit - the instructor sounded pissed at me for lack of speech. (Well, I didn't really feel like talking to him at all, luckily he passed 3 subjects for my Stage 3.) At least I'm looking forward to hitting the gym tomorrow, I hope some physical exertion helps. Guess I have to rely on the treadmill for now, since I can't stop running with 2 races coming up.
scribbled at 8:44 PM