I feel mentally nauseous.
Been wasting a lot of time today staring at my books, my computer screen, without actually accomplishing anything.
Ocean, thanks for dropping by with the Tavel - it's sitting in my closet now, waiting to be opened for a nice summer dinner (bbq?) with lots of seafood. Enjoy your trip back to HK.
I'm getting increasingly frustrated at all this shit that's messing up my schedule. I had it nicely worked out too - go to gym everyday after work, sleep/wake up early, contribute regularly to my savings account, etc...but somehow, it never falls into place for more than a few days. Life just loves to toss shit at me, to see if I manage to duck.
I don't want to say it, but my life isn't fair. Why can't I too live a life of luxury, opulence, and carelessness?