Some sort of unseen force had been conspiring against me to stay home this weekend. Divine intervention, fate, call it what you will.
I was supposed to go to Zambales together with a couple of people from work, but because of bad weather up north, we were forced to postpone it to a later date. I really do want to GO OUT - you know, do something different for a change and just forget, even for just a few days, how stressful my life has been lately - though, to tell the truth, I am relieved that I would be able to catch eight hours of sleep for at least one night
(because this is my most sleep-deprived week since May, when I took three exams in one week). I would be able to go to the Manila International Book Fair, my mom's birthday dinner would push through, I don't have to cut my class tomorrow (though I still have to write some stupid reaction paper for some equally stupid movie, and of course I'm procrastinating just by writing this blog entry HAHAHA), and, theoretically, I would have time to finish the problem set for one of my subjects due on Tuesday, finish the reviewers I'm doing for the other MAs, catch up on my SOA review, and actually try finishing some work so I don't have to stay late at the office on Monday night just to beat my deadline on Tuesday.
See, all the signs were there that I shouldn't go on this trip this weekend. I was just ignoring them. :p