I’ve been occupied with a lot of things to do since I “came back” last Monday. But I’m not complaining. They take my mind off from moments of sadness.
Thank you to those who commented on my post below. I hope to come up with more coherent entries soon (errr, I keep on saying that even before but I can’t seem to do it, can I?).
Plenty of work, and what’s eating me more is my newsletter portfolio. I promise to have it all ready for layouting and final editing after Christmas. Otherwise…*thinks of a horrifying consequence*………. I’ll be single forever. Hala!
I sure need some rest. I was away for two weeks but it wasn’t rest. It’s even more stressful. I once again want to stare into space or do “simple” things. To beg off from responsibilities for a while. To not focus on my pending school work. To not participate actively in work-related activities. But I can’t. Aaah, to be an adult.
It’s 1 in the morning and I have not finished writing on the holiday cards I’m going to distribute tomorrow. To think I cut the recipients by almost half.
More time, please!!! 🙂 If I may share, I have this recurring imagination of one minute of my life becoming the equivalent of an hour in the “normal” day. So I would have 60 hours to do stuff that I need to do but if you think about it, it’s only been an hour. Weird no? Inherently extreme procrastination induces this kind of fantasy.