An untypical wednesday.

I promise i'll start work tomorrow, and i'll work doubly hard. I promise!
Just give me another day to fight the monsters swimming in my intestines, laze in bed for a whole morning, then choosing to ignore the huge pile of work on my desk, pretending i didn't see the calendar (choked to the brim with "to-dos") stuck to the wall. Just sleeping the day away...lazy and idly as if nothing in the world mattered more than rest itself.

one more day of procrastination. I'll start tomorrow, i promise.

Lucky I still feel a semblance of guilt. it means that i still care about my work. 11 more weeks, including this, to go!