Bored to death is apparently an understatement. I have shitload of things to do, but I am very far from being motivated to work. The bed has proven to be extra-comfortable during one’s procrastination mode.
The heat outside is too unbearable, added to the hassle of registration procedures will equate to one semester supply of bad vibes and rants. Not good.
11:30am. Hungry as hell. I had nacho chips for today’s breakfast, and I am craving for some real food. I texted him just a few minutes ago, and his immediate reply was “Lunch?” Oh thank heavens for a man that knows me too well, or for that matter, knows my stomach too well.
Still hungry. And it’s still way too hot. And I’m still feeling all lazy and shit. Monday, how can you be so dull?