Tuesday, March 27, 2007

We be speaking funny, I be thinking I strong.

Today was a really sleepy lethargic 6. 666666666.
Training was more or less Good with a capital G, because I batted well (!) after having a dry spell for a while. And I didn't really feel all that tension, but maybe it's because I was too zonked to feel the tension. Either way, it's good. Thought I wouldn't be able to keep alert, especially since I was SO tired, I slept through the whole of lunch. I really slept. Went to the back of the class and sprawled out on top of the cabinets. Last night I woke up really really itchy, and I'd been falling in and out of sleep for the past few hours scratching. So at 4.30a.m. I realised it must be something other than mosquito bites, because I was getting them everywhere, even behind my ears. Took an antihistamine (now I know why Sheryl and Yina became junkies, because they really work!) and then went back to sleep. However, since I didn't really get any REM sleep, I was semi-aching everywhere for the whole day, even my fingers (whose nails I vow not to bite anymore starting Now because I nibbled on them absentmindedly Just.)

You can't use a $500 bat without the skillz baby.

Today, I promise to stop.
What I've done is basically bad for me, bad for you, bad for them, bad for us.
But everytime I promise to stop doing something, I still end up breaking that promise. And, everything is a force of habit.
Habit.
A bit.
Bit.
It.
Affection is a habit. Affection and Affectation are both habits.

- you'll see soon.
by @ 7:54 PM