I was duped to go to Recruit Express to look for a recruiter who didn't exist yesterday, and was in a very foul mood after that.
Justin cheered me up with dinner at Pizza Hut.
Apparently, his fast eating speed with cheese powder + chilli flake literally poured over his pizza gave him some serious diahorrea issues at night but all is well today.
I couldn't sleep last night and stayed up the whole night until 3am, watching Gossip Girl and spacing out with weird thoughts in my head.
Anyway, I started passing out blood since this morning before the interview, and it's not stopping anytime soon, it seems.
It might be the hereditary tumour genes working its magic now, but I'm not too sure yet.
From my vast experience with cancer relatives, I think it is cancer of the colon. Or on a slightly less pessimistic perspective, a little tumour.
Either way, I'll have to make an appointment and get a check up tomorrow.
Wish me well... or not.
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