Tuesdays are my bad days for this term. I’m in class for about 4.5 hours and I wake up at 8:30am. That’s early for me. I don’t come home until around 6:30pm and by then I’m usually starving. I was today.
After dinner tonight, I felt beat. I was really tired. It was the kind of day that made me want to be done with school. Next thing I knew, it was already 8pm. Despite having a lot of work to do and being exhausted, I managed to bake some cookies. I did the rounds of delivered them to some fellow residents. No one is unhappy to see a person bearing a fresh batch of cookies.
With that done, I managed to get some work done. I even made a breakthrough on this assignment I’m working on. If I had an extra hour or so tonight, I’d probably be done almost all of it. I had to stop though. Why? I have to be up at 8am to be at this weekly lab meeting. It’s going to suck getting up tomorrow morning.
You might be asking why I’m writing here given I should probably be in bed. Well, it’s because you can’t spend all day doing things for other people and not do a single thing for yourself. I like writing here, so if this is the last thing I do tonight before I go to bed, I’ll go to sleep at least somewhat content.
And with that, I’ll leave you with a “person on the street” type story. Enjoy!