The Story of The Evil BedWell, one such bed resides in B409. It doesn't beckon you till the wee hours in the morning, but when you put your head on the pillow, that evil thing and its invisible arms will hold on to you, refusing to let you get off the bed. It makes friends with your handphone and clock so that when your alarm rings, you sleep right through it.
I woke up in time for the morning lecture but decided to give it a miss because I was too damn tired. That was 8ish. I only convinced myself to wash up at 1 plus. A pathetic muesli bar was my lunch. I must cut down on food intake. The jeans are getting tight. This I swear. I would love to put the blame on the dryer but I happen to have a brain( though it isn't cooperating with me during exams ).
It's such a sad life that I'm leading. I stay up everynight hoping that I'll complete everything on my to-do-list. But more often than not, there'll be at least one item not crossed out.
There's a MYOB assignment due next tues, along with Accounting and Macro tutes, EBS assignment and OB tute on Friday, EBS tute on Thursday. I know doing a business degree is supposedly more lax than other courses but I find 24 hours way too little. Don't get me started on my presentations and my Excel test after the holidays. FUCK SHIT.
Iris threw away her 2nd damaged brolly yesterday due to the dreaded wind here. The weather is just too cold to go to school. I'll be more productive in my room, completing my EBS tute for tomorrow. For now, I'm getting my sneakers muddy and risk getting my brolly damaged, just to make my way to class, listening to what debentures are. What a waste of time. I'm seriously lagging like nobody's business.
