I woke up this morning slightly panicked because I saw that the sun was at a strange angle. I usually start my mornings looking at the 9AM sun, just about to bear down its full strength on our already parched country. In relation to this, I am glad to say that the dam providing our city its water supply has been, miraculously or not, replenished, and that the scheduled water rationing has been put off. We've already dealt with power rotations à la Martial Law, and for us to have water rationing? Even that is a bit too third world for my taste.
Why was I panicked upon getting a grip on my mental faculties? It was because I felt that I woke up too late, that I was already late for school, that there were things I felt that needed to be done. Turns out, it's Saturday. This has happened to me a few times before. When routine is so deeply ingrained in my life, I lose track of the days when I am supposed to give myself a break. In this case, since I am still in school, it would be weekends. These past few weeks, I have been something of a zombie, mindlessly trudging on day after day with a blank stare and shaking my head vigorously every now and again, as if this action would somehow awaken my mind and enable me to participate in my seemingly endless school days. On the upside, I've been reading a lot again. Once I was able to finish Ayn Rand's "magnum opus", I was able to move on to the books that have been waiting patiently in the back burner. After 'Atlas Shrugged', it seems that other books are delightfully short. I have to give it to Rand; she has messed with my head just as much as Orwell's 1984 did, and for me to get that way, well - let's just say that's an achievement.
Isn't it great to wake up some mornings and know that you have a good, solid 24 hours to do whatever you want to do? However, that time can be ruined by a little nagging in the back of your head telling you what NEEDS to be done.
Still, it's lovely to see that it's 12:09 PM and I have only been awake for an hour. Little triumphs. Take what you can get. In this world, anything is something.
Why was I panicked upon getting a grip on my mental faculties? It was because I felt that I woke up too late, that I was already late for school, that there were things I felt that needed to be done. Turns out, it's Saturday. This has happened to me a few times before. When routine is so deeply ingrained in my life, I lose track of the days when I am supposed to give myself a break. In this case, since I am still in school, it would be weekends. These past few weeks, I have been something of a zombie, mindlessly trudging on day after day with a blank stare and shaking my head vigorously every now and again, as if this action would somehow awaken my mind and enable me to participate in my seemingly endless school days. On the upside, I've been reading a lot again. Once I was able to finish Ayn Rand's "magnum opus", I was able to move on to the books that have been waiting patiently in the back burner. After 'Atlas Shrugged', it seems that other books are delightfully short. I have to give it to Rand; she has messed with my head just as much as Orwell's 1984 did, and for me to get that way, well - let's just say that's an achievement.
Isn't it great to wake up some mornings and know that you have a good, solid 24 hours to do whatever you want to do? However, that time can be ruined by a little nagging in the back of your head telling you what NEEDS to be done.
Still, it's lovely to see that it's 12:09 PM and I have only been awake for an hour. Little triumphs. Take what you can get. In this world, anything is something.
