I guess I'll have to march to the finish line with pillows, blankets and scores in my hand. Yesterday marks the end of the week of saturation. Papers almost everyday (more than one on some), almost all papers are important, they are fate determining. If the hours didn't kill, the immense pressure would deliver the Coup De Grace.
So it's nine more days to the end. With only 4 papers remaining, the ominous grey clouds which depicts the bleak future has cleared, the sky is full azure blue and the sun is grinning. This was the world I woke up to this morning. As contrasted with last Monday, when I woke up as though in some freaking pandemonium.
I had a good night sleep last night (just woke up!). Yesterday I had a sneak preview of life after A's.
Something tells me I cannot get along with people. Something tells me I'm more alienated than before. But I should not be bothered by what does not bother me at all.
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