Sleepless

Of all of my vile and repugnant qualities, procrastination must the the most abhorrent of them all. I only have myself to blame for putting everything till the end. I want to keep this short because I've been staring at the screen far too long to be considered healthy. There is a petulant voice inside me that keeps telling me to push all these things away, and I am very obliging to it. As I sit here munching on my early morning toast and sipping on my way-too-sweet orange juice, I am constantly reminded that ICT is less than 2 hours away. I am also suddenly assaulted by the fact that it is pouring out there and I have so many things to carry to camp. It almost feels like this journey is meant to be wet and soggy, a considerably merciful comeuppance for my major screw up in my entrusted assignment and a way of saying "Hey, you better wake up your idea!"

I feel so dreadful now with these heavy eyelids and incompatible black spectacles that I need to put on just for this period. It's not that I haven't done sleepless nights before; we do it all the time for mahjong in the past. Perhaps it's only exhausting because I am getting old, and boring, and lethargic.

Just keep me alive until I get there please.