coffee- friend or foe?
I won't be surprised if I just pass out at any moment now...
I didn't sleep at all!!! I got home around 9 pm- had dinner and some telly that finished at around 11. Then, pronto, placed all reading stuff at the sofa then sat down for some 2 hours. Got all groggy so I fixed my self a cup o' coffee and a slice of cake. Popped into normal existence then began my Poli Sci reflection paper. Sana B man lang!!! I finished around 7- got all panicky, tapped the showers, dressed up, and scurried off to the train .
At the train. Caffeinne in bloodstream wearing off. Two big- the fat construction worker built- men on both of my side. Was nodding off to sleep and got all jerky! sort of hit my head to the man at my left, got the guts to laught my ass off- I imagined myself getting all sleepy and jerky. People were actually a bit annoyed looking at me- must have looked totally wasted- Hey I don't even drink?! Got out of the train and luckily got to POS class alive. God is good.
I believe I'll spent the rest of the day sleeping. This is my second time to do this sort of thing. Ha! I should have a name for it. Uhm what about energizer days- nah that would be too geeky. Need something more unique...
Anyway, I'm at Faura Lab in front of the screen- Damn I could've had gone home! Anyway the good boy in me tells me I should stay For ISA class.
I'm quite ok now. Blogging really helps a lot!!! Oh I think it's also because of the tons of bread I ate at the Caf! They didn't tell me extra slices of bread would mean 4 slices. My eyes must have popped out seeing those piles of slices- and it's breakfast, should be small serving!
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Eric thought he has found what he's looking for (like the U2 song. lol!). These days, he's not even sure whether he's actually looking for something. And, he's tired of riding on other people's dreams, assuming purposeful identities. He figures life's not about how we think we figure in the "larger scheme of things" (thus, "The Identity Myth"). Rather, it's about finding what compels and weighs us down to live another day, and pursuing just that. He chronicles various life happenings alluding to the identity myth, because in the end he recognizes that obsessing about it is inevitable, and human (and sometimes pathetic and shallow).
Oh, he's undecided between survival and bliss (like the Alanis song). And his favourite pastime is to fluctuate between despair and hope.