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Two posts within the span of five days, good god, the world must be ending. Sadly for you all, I don't know the art of finding the middle ground, so either I spam you to death or hibernate for months at a time.
Getting most of my shit together so I can slack all of next week in Brussels (EEEEEEEEEEE!!), which means I've taken two extra shifts at work, most noticeably the death sentence of Saturday from 7.30am to 3pm. Anyway, that and I've been commanded (no, they actually called me up and begged me) to help out at the competition on Sunday. What is this madness, I hear you say, didn't you say you never wanted to take part in this competition business? Yes, I think I might I have said something along those lines in my foul, bitter moments, hoewever, I'll be judging for a few hours, and it's the girls. I really can't say no to the sweet girls, so you'll find me at the Judge Tower for a few hours on Sunday. I'm even missing the India Formula 1 Grand Prix for it.
So it's Wednesday and this time next week I'm in Brussels and am possibly very exhausted as per usual, but. BRUSSELS. GATI. So if the world spontaneously combusts next week it's clearly from our combined awesome. You have now officially been warned, so seek shelter.
My body is also doing its usual rebellion when I seriously don't have the time to be ill or otherwise indisposed, so naturally I'm pretty much out for the count, because my back has decided to act up. See my downing painkillers like a damn pro, I have work to do, damn it. I am also still decorating my room and my dad announced this morning that we're going to buy my new desk today and I might have teared up in despair since my goal for today is sitting incredibly still until I have to go to work. I really don't want to go anywhere, but I also want a new desk. I know, first world problems, I have all of them. MATERIALISTIC GOODS > HEALTH. Obviously. And I actually tried my best last night, went to bed at 10 to get some proper rest, except for the fact that I couldn't sleep, too nauseous to be comfortable and the painkillers weren't really anything to speak of, so I ended up texting Gati. Fell asleep around 2 and then woke up at 6. fml sometimes, really. /bitter. At least I only have four hours of work today. Little victories.
BUT TOMORROW. I actually have nothing planned, I think. I think. Which most likely means I've forgotten there's a shit ton of things I'm supposed to be doing, but oh well. Let's see come tomorrow.
/goes back to horizontal, vegetative state, reading way too much Avengers fanfic.
Getting most of my shit together so I can slack all of next week in Brussels (EEEEEEEEEEE!!), which means I've taken two extra shifts at work, most noticeably the death sentence of Saturday from 7.30am to 3pm. Anyway, that and I've been commanded (no, they actually called me up and begged me) to help out at the competition on Sunday. What is this madness, I hear you say, didn't you say you never wanted to take part in this competition business? Yes, I think I might I have said something along those lines in my foul, bitter moments, hoewever, I'll be judging for a few hours, and it's the girls. I really can't say no to the sweet girls, so you'll find me at the Judge Tower for a few hours on Sunday. I'm even missing the India Formula 1 Grand Prix for it.
So it's Wednesday and this time next week I'm in Brussels and am possibly very exhausted as per usual, but. BRUSSELS. GATI. So if the world spontaneously combusts next week it's clearly from our combined awesome. You have now officially been warned, so seek shelter.
My body is also doing its usual rebellion when I seriously don't have the time to be ill or otherwise indisposed, so naturally I'm pretty much out for the count, because my back has decided to act up. See my downing painkillers like a damn pro, I have work to do, damn it. I am also still decorating my room and my dad announced this morning that we're going to buy my new desk today and I might have teared up in despair since my goal for today is sitting incredibly still until I have to go to work. I really don't want to go anywhere, but I also want a new desk. I know, first world problems, I have all of them. MATERIALISTIC GOODS > HEALTH. Obviously. And I actually tried my best last night, went to bed at 10 to get some proper rest, except for the fact that I couldn't sleep, too nauseous to be comfortable and the painkillers weren't really anything to speak of, so I ended up texting Gati. Fell asleep around 2 and then woke up at 6. fml sometimes, really. /bitter. At least I only have four hours of work today. Little victories.
BUT TOMORROW. I actually have nothing planned, I think. I think. Which most likely means I've forgotten there's a shit ton of things I'm supposed to be doing, but oh well. Let's see come tomorrow.
/goes back to horizontal, vegetative state, reading way too much Avengers fanfic.
