Gone for 345600 seconds
Yesterday I started slow. Drafted the second-last part of a major assignment and studied for my exam this wednesday. Today I started my report that is due on Thursday and did some research for an essay that is due on Friday. For some odd reason I’m not freaking-out like I’ve done other weeks. If I were this far behind a few weeks ago I probably would have a heartattack. But this week, it’s almost like my unconciou is telling my conscious to “sod it!”
Sipping a glass of red, listening to a recorded thunderstorm and considering doing some reading for that thing on Wednesday. You know. The exam. While not giving one fuck about the consequences.
Worrying about what might happen is absolute bollocks. That’s kind of like playing Lotto and convincing yourself that you will for sure win 1st price. Either way, you are setting youself up for failure. One might give you an anurism while the other might send you into a deep depression.
In other words, even if I don’t care I will be busy as mad the next days. I’ll finish my wine and turn in befor midnight and let you know late (here) on Friday if I survived the week.
Take care.
Worrying about what might happen is absolute bollocks. That’s kind of like playing Lotto and convincing yourself that you will for sure win 1st price. Either way, you are setting youself up for failure. One might give you an anurism while the other might send you into a deep depression.
So true.. :)