Friday, February 23, 2024

An Empty Vessel

The day has finally come, folks. I have run out of things to say. Well no, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. It is true that I find myself a bit burnt out, yes. That this might be a direct consequence of me being on leave from college and staying at home all day is a fact I’m choosing to ignore. Hey, I have my reasons, all right?

Feeling a bit out of sorts in the morning, I decided to take a day of absence and stay home today to sort myself out. This of course meant that I had nothing to observe except the way the light moved in our apartment kitchen in the morning, which gets boring after a while. Not wanting to waste the day, I sat down to do my project and in about roughly two hours, by some perverse witchcraft worked on me by invisible enemy forces (source: trust me bro), found myself at the table, waking up from a nice long nap. In hindsight, I should’ve just gone to class. 


My friend tells me that I mention my project too much in this blog for someone who has so little to show for it. Ouch. Reader, the day I complete my project and hand it in, you’ll find me in some corner of the canteen distributing sweets like I won the lottery. Or won my freedom back. Yes, I am aware that I complain too much, it happens to be a side effect of being fundamentally lazy at the core, okay? 


In the end, I decided to order myself a nice fudgy brownie and just get on with it. Right now I am taking a break from reading Bertolt Brecht to write this, in hopes that he will make more sense when I go back. Hoping that all of you have had a better day than I did (get yourself a brownie if you haven't, it helps!),


Yours in perpetual misery (the self-created kind),

The Posterchild of Procrastination.


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