I feel:
Anti-social.
From talking too much in the weekends.
Moody.
From feeling anti-social.
Grateful.
From the sleeping colleague who is not bugging me now.
Pain.
From my eyes due to sudden lack of sleep.
More pain.
From wearing contacts lenses.
Tired.
From the pain in my eyes.
Frustrated.
From the lack of help from my lens drops.
Grossed out.
From the pus coming out from the corner of my eyes.
Confused.
From not knowing who that caller is.
Amused.
From the unknown caller's confession.
Shitty.
From the trouble of having to go home later. change to specs and then meet Fon.
More shitty.
From having to deal with current affairs that aren't mine.
Even more shitty.
From having to deal with current affairs in my anti-social mood.
Like hell.
From all of the above.

And clubbing's tomorrow. Bleah, i don't feel like going all of the sudden.
And laughing seems like a burden now.
I hope for an angel's presence. Bummer.