The thought of going back to school excites me. Knowing that I have so much due work undone gives me this perverse thrill that words cannot describe. Whenever teachers call me out to give me a piece of their mind, my being undergoes an adrenaline rush.
I so love that feeling. Not doing your assignments in RJC is like taking a rollercoaster ride without protection. Maximum anxiety and thrill, then you DIE.
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Today, I almost reached my optimum sleeping quantity. 18 hours undisturbed. My
personal best was 20, but today was good enough. I woke up at four. Contrary to popular belief, I still felt like sleeping after waking. But my untouched Econs essay was glaring at me with eyes more evil than anything more evil than evil. I felt my calling to do it.
So I did it.
One hour later, I found myself losing the battle of staring at the econs essay. I decided to put down some words to counter the evil power. I wrote a few magical words:
Rachel Tang AO3B
Genius. Now that I have completed that wretched piece of work, I'm off to finish my second lap of sleep. This time, I'm trying to hit 15 hours.
It's hilarious how I compare sleep to a PSLE score, while the other half of the Singaporean population(eg. Avonne) compares it to an O'level score. For me, it's as much as possible, for them/her, it's as little as possible. Madness.
Of the seven deadly sins, I'm the most Sloth.
