A telly fan

During the last week, I had been under pressure for more than a couple of reasons. As a consequence, I lost my appetite. Not eating very well. Roast duck?, no way. My favourite energetic Raps and sensible R&Bs no longer accepted by my stupid ears. Woke up at the middle of the night with night mares. Poor concentration during the day time. Too much tired. I could not hear what they said. I had to use "sorry" "pardon" repeatedly at work as my mind was orbiting earth. Again, at home, I could not sit at one place. While sitting in the living room, I wanted to chat with someone. While chatting with drunken blogger, like Pauk ( I believe she drunk 2 consecutive days and was singing songs badly at blogger cheif's CBox) , I wanted to read medical journal. After 5 min of reading, I wanted to watch telly again. After 5 min of getting annoyed with boring news on BBC 24, I wanted to go out and buy something which was not really required.

On the other hand, my cat was different. He was able to enjoy his favourite adventurer program with full of concentration. Sometime, cat's life is much better than human being in term of quality of life, I think.