I noticed that my writing style is boring. I found this out when I tried to read my previous posts. I space out, just like that, in the middle and even sometimes in the beginning of my posts. Like, whoa, where did that come from? And then I snap back to reality and bleed paranoia. "What just happened there? Is there something wrong with my brain?" I'm paranoid. You guessed that right. Turns out it was just my boring post.
It's half past 3pm and I haven't had my lunch yet. I'm alone at home, on a Father's Day, thinking about how tiring it is to stand up from this couch I'm sitting on to cook and prepare a meal. At least the weather outside is helping. Rainy season has finally arrived, and I no longer sweat gallons upon gallons while sitting and watching TV. But this new season means that I am behind schedule for my thesis works, which means I can't do anything about it because I was supposed to sample data during the summer months, which further means that I have to wait another full year to collect data again but I can't because I'll be off for a year to Japan, which means by the time I come back, I'd have to wait the full year to compromise my lazy a**, which means I'll be totally delayed, which means my after-graduation plans have to be moved a full year. In conclusion, I am in deep sh*t.
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