The life of a vegetable

It's reaching unimaginable levels.
Something beyond reason.
It has spread all over my body.
No turning back, now.
Can't move.
Can't think.
Can't do anything.
Just breathe.
Slowly.
And counting for this damn month to end.
Need vacations.
Need the beach.
The sea.
Anything but this.

- in 'The Life of a Vegetable', by rsr.pt, during his last days at work.

PS: yesterday I made the transfer for the reservation fee. 6000 pounds. 9000 Euros. Oh god... I'm fainting again.....