a little slumber, a little sleep

... that deadly viper that causes one to fall into the trap of uselessness... I could be overreacting. Been sleeping through my supposed 'work' hours. So far, I've slept through three meetings and a lot of 'work' hours that I have no way of keeping track of.

Perhaps I need to obssess about what I really want to do so as to actually get somewhere and get the juices flowing. This has to be put off for later, unfortunately.

For the nth time, priorities have to be set and a plan of attack devised. How far will I go, this time?

of cupcakes and cocktails and the need for crutches

My temper has perhaps not done much of a roller coaster since I got to Sydney. I am stuck at home with a sprained ankle, something I have never ever had in my life. Thus, I cannot be blamed for shedding a tear after realizing I cannot walk.

Crawled my way to Na's room to grab the phone and get someone else to cover my shift. Worst ever response in the entire century, but I really didn't have a choice. I was saying if I were sick, I can probably at least make my way there and pull the show. My problem is the getting there bit. I have never ever been disabled and this sucks big time.

It also helps make things suck even more if other people support the negative reaction of the other party. I did things as sensibly as I can and to the best of my ability. Now, should I scream my lungs out and declare my verdict to that selfish prick who is and will always be a hopeless case?

prerequisites to the quarter life mark

Mom was here for two weeks. Took her to the airport last Sunday and picking her up again in about two weeks' time.

I had a bit of a break, a bit of a stress and a bit of everything else life has to offer. Now I have a part time job and a casual job that strains my leg muscles to stiffness, jolts my bank account up for a bit and then I make it plunge back down thereafter.

Currently findling out what my life is all about...

Tough but hanging on.