Oh, hey March.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DPL_SV3n7IU

^ I just wanted to share something beautiful with you.


It's been a long day- I mean week
-er.. Month.

Yeah, that's what I said.

This is more taxing on the body than I'd anticipated it to be,
And it's all gonna be worth it somehow;

You just got to celebrate every little success and not let the string of failures dampen your drive.

If straining myself silly with workload like this is gonna cut it,
Then so be it,
And I will suck it all up and do whatever's required to get me to where I have to be.

Gosh, and it's already been two months.
Another thirty days, and the little quota that I've set for myself is up.

Certain bullet points are in the process of being ticked off the list,
And certain ones are not.

I feel a little like a drunk rabbit strumming a guitar,
But that's just one of many images that don't make sense, at least not to me.

I just feel like using it, so I do.

Oh, right,
Someone's invited me to go drinking.

This'll be the first;
And it'll be some heck of a fun yet.

Hell, yeah,

Eighteen.




(Don't worry though; Mom knows everything.)
.
I had one of the longest days in history;
Lost the holy bus card, had it found, had two consultations a remedial and the usual,
Did some paperwork at the bank, had dinner out with Mom...
Imma still do some memorising before the consultation tomorrow- sleep can wait for a little more.

I suppose the toughest thing today was to stay awake;
I felt time slow down ever so deliciously,
Running its ticklish and powerful fingers down my neck,
Tempting, forcing, me, to sleep.

And I did: Dialogue session with the principal and I couldn't control the instant blackout that refused to relinquish its claim on me.
The interesting content and charisma of the speaker didn't help either (yeah I didn't mean that at all)-
I was so far gone there was no bringing me back.
That doesn't happen often,
But when it does, it's a little like the curse of a prick from a spinning wheel.

My eyes burned;
Being made to sit for ten minutes during practical beforehand,
staring at a syringe that emits a reluctant bubble once every thirty seconds trying to count it
was more than enough to make me surrender to the dark circles under my eyes.