I have no idea what I am going to write (LIKE ALWAYS). All I know right now is that I have one heck of a fast typing speed. Weirdly it slows down when I occasionally take a peek towards my dusty keyboard and becomes faster when I glue my teeny weeny eyes to the screen and see the words appear rapidly filling the white blank space. I have to write an essay of around 2000 words minimum on something very philosophical and I can’t bring myself to form the ideas( some ideas and arguments that I surely have somewhere in my grey matter) into coherent thoughts and then translate them into proper grammar. My deadline awaits me just 4 days ahead. I am on the verge of panic but I know that panic would take a back seat as soon as I take a look around 60% of the room (rest of the 40%, I have very generously given to my brother. This computer where I spend most of my time comes in his tiny part of the room and now I realize that I have written enough in the brackets and that I should stop doing that and come out of the bracket)[WHHEEEE!!! I am out of the bracket: p] and in no time I will find something to indulge myself into and then totally become oblivious to the threatening deadline.
*oo i have to finish reading that book!*
*something good in the fridge to eat i wonder*
*my bed and chocolaty brown blanket…zzzzzz*
moral of the story: temptation is good and deadlines could kill but we always survive