someone once said,
the first step towards realising your dreams is to wake up first.
which seems to be a problem 'cos i'm like on GMT, not GMT+7 which i'm supposed to be on. i spent 2 hours staring at the ceiling last night and then i beat my mac at expert level chess, killed badass terrorists on AA, and only then could i sleep at a very unhealthy 4am. sleep like a log until i wake up feeling like i've slept 2hours only to realise that it's 1pm!
that aside, i just can't seem to stop thinking of the damned thesis and the implications for my final project. i guess the reluctance to put anything to print is because i don't wanna confirm things now. and yes, i know we do our best in the given time, but sometimes you really wonder if there's more which you could've done.
which brings me to the sad state of spankie. i think i need to take the old girl out for a ride and wash(reckon i've forgotten how to bunny-hop), but the unhealthy sleeping pattern seems to keep tripping these plans up.
man i miss the army. life was simple. and yes, it pays well. now i'm like some broke loser. digging for coins here and there just to get in the gym, take public transport. if i cab, then my budget is f@#*ed.
funny how defending the 'way of life' turns out to be easier than living that 'way of life'.
