Gosh, one weekend with no social activities and I’m feeling down already. It was with such high spirits that I started the weekend, cooking for 3 days on Friday night, planning to hit some 10-15 pages of my thesis over the next two days but somehow everything fell short of my expectations.
For unknown reasons, I woke up really early on Saturday (8.30am instead of my usual 1pm and I think I slept at 3am the night before??). After calling my Mom, MX, and Eggie, I just couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing. Was still feeling the ache in my bones (mom says I might be fighting off some mild flu virus) and worrying about the weather tuning cold (JH brought his electric heater down for me but even that didn’t help much).
Words just didn’t flow.
I thought I could remedy the situation on Sunday but I woke up (I must stress - naturally) at 3pm on Sunday. Got a rude shock because when I first glanced at my clock without my glasses, I got the impression that it was only 15mins past noon. Well, after the usual routine of feeding myself, getting a shower and settling into writing mode, the hours just flew by without my knowledge. Before long, the weekend is over, a back log of unwritten pages hanging over my consciousness and a tired frame feeling extremely unprepared for the week ahead packed to the brim with experiments. New experiments. Not the ones that I'm so accustomed to that I can even do them in my sleep.
And despite my best efforts, the experiments failed today.
Guess that’s why I’m so apathetic.
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