This morning I couldn't get out of bed. This means I missed my 9am class. By 11:45 I realised the afternoon class wouldn't be happening either. There was nothing that was going to get me out of that bed. Nothing. It was so nice being curled up under the comforter and deciding I didn't need to get out from under it.
There is some concern that I've hit rock-bottom and my motivation really has gone to a new low. But I'm sure I'll bounce back by tomorrow.
I don't feel as bad about skipping school as I probably should. I just really wanted a personal day to do some stuff I wanted/needed to do. Lazing around, talking to my friend, doing laundry, making a quiche... These things seemed like better options than riding the bus at 7:45am, 6 hours of class, and another 4 hours at work doing homework. I'm sure this will bite me in the ass, since I'm already feeling like I'm not going to get everything done on time. (I suspect this is just me worrying because I haven't even been procrastinating yet this semester.) Had I planned for today I would have scheduled a haircut. But I didn't. And I suspect this is OK.
It's amazing how far away two weeks feels. I still have 4 assignments and a take-home exam to do and only one is started. But I'm not going to think of this today. I'm going to change my laundry and eat some quiche and pay some bills and maybe watch a movie.
Currently listening :
Hit the Floor!
By You Say Party! We Say Die!
Release date: 24 January, 2006
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