Whew, what a week! I zonked out almost immediately after I reached home last night, BBQ-infused hair and all. My biological clock has gone cuckoo, and I'm still feeling a teensy bit groggy right now, so don't mind me if I blabber incoherently.


I've been slogging over projects, doing things that I "don't know why I am doing because I don't like doing them", and basically getting cranky from all the pockets of naps I've been taking.

I am reluctant to believe that it's just a case of me liking to punish myself, but I think that's just it. I bet even you are tired of how I keeping going on about doing things that I have no interest in. In some twisted, masochistic way, I always end up sticking my foot into these tried-and-tested-a-gazillion-times waters. In fact, even as my fingers jab away, I'm doing it again; I'm considering going for the NECDC Adventure Race when I know I'll end up literally falling flat on my face.

Also, I've been dealing with an obstacle this past week, and it's a she. Am I really that socially inept? Or is a quarter of the world really made up of self-righteous psychos?


Occasionally, I get this it's me against the world feeling. Occasionally feels a lot more like perpetually nowadays.