I’m echoing my post title - sleeping late is like getting drunk.

When you sleep late, and wake up early, early in the morning, you get a very very sickening hangover, that leaves your brain a hole all throughout the day. Not so cool.

I’m not a drunkard, for the record. I drink once in three to four months! But then, memories of intoxication to me are more vivid than anything else. Maybe it’s the state when I’d love to linger as I seem to feel free the most. ( and yet, I’m not yet addicted to it! Hahahaha! )

This might be the busiest week of my life, or maybe, the start of my busy weeks to come.

It’s actually good to be busy, because I’ve resolved to bury myself in work to be able to stop feeling and thinking about..thinking about stuff.

I find it actually really really effective! I think I’d want to stay busy like this for the next few years until I would discipline myself, and condition myself that there is more in life than ..that.

I wonder why I can’t bring myself to accept invitations from other people that clearly want my company whilst I’m still hoping that that someone would actually prefer mine.

This is the first time in months that I’ve started craving for junk food. Piknik Ketchup. Crunch. BabyRuth.. I’ve also started taking supplements, and I intend to overdose myself in such to be a freakishly healthy individual. I’m so tired of feeling stressed, too.

This sounds like a super nonsensical blog entry , so I’m ending it!