Operation "Distract Mo" in Full Effect...Clearly...
So tired...and yet...so much homework left to do...and yet...here I am...NOT doing it OF COURSE...
One of the many REPEATED stories of my life...carry on folks, nothing new to read here...
sigh.
I just don't have the energy to do homework after a nine hour shift that started at 8am on a saturday. Especially after working a nine hour shift the night before that started at NOON, marking a four hour difference in my sleep schedule.
Also, going to my mother's house, already tired, to gorge myself on black beans, pork and rice and some green stuff I love but constantly misidentify as chopped up spinache, does not help. The odds are not in my favour of doing anything productive, and my hand is just INCHING to use the phone to call in sick for work tomorrow. I dream of the freedom of calling in sick. But in those dreams, I have sick days, and thus still have a job the next day.
One day.
Oh what pitiful dreams I have. I don't dream of changing the world, having globetrotting adventures or making differences in any way to people's lives. No, my friends, I dream of having sick days.
Tell me, are they as glorious as I imagine? Is lying in your bed instead of sitting at your desk as emancipating as I think it is?
Don't lie to me. I know it is. It has to be...otherwise what I am doing this all for in the first place?
***
Oh right, a bachelor's degree. Then maybe grad school.
Sigh. Back to the books.
(Maybe.)
One of the many REPEATED stories of my life...carry on folks, nothing new to read here...
sigh.
I just don't have the energy to do homework after a nine hour shift that started at 8am on a saturday. Especially after working a nine hour shift the night before that started at NOON, marking a four hour difference in my sleep schedule.
Also, going to my mother's house, already tired, to gorge myself on black beans, pork and rice and some green stuff I love but constantly misidentify as chopped up spinache, does not help. The odds are not in my favour of doing anything productive, and my hand is just INCHING to use the phone to call in sick for work tomorrow. I dream of the freedom of calling in sick. But in those dreams, I have sick days, and thus still have a job the next day.
One day.
Oh what pitiful dreams I have. I don't dream of changing the world, having globetrotting adventures or making differences in any way to people's lives. No, my friends, I dream of having sick days.
Tell me, are they as glorious as I imagine? Is lying in your bed instead of sitting at your desk as emancipating as I think it is?
Don't lie to me. I know it is. It has to be...otherwise what I am doing this all for in the first place?
***
Oh right, a bachelor's degree. Then maybe grad school.
Sigh. Back to the books.
(Maybe.)