I'm having an awful morning.
First, I was forced to wake up after the kids came crashing in my room. Or rather, the room where I was sleeping in. I couldn't stand up the noise and even though I still feel like lying down on the bed bidding time until it's lunch, (because eating on time is becoming more of an agony, rather than a blessing. For sure, I do not deserve this kind of grace for I've been long accustomed to eating only when I'm feeling hungry. Or up to the point of starving.) I have no choice but to get up.
Still trying to avoid breakfast, I fled into the computer room.
One terrible thing that could happen to you is checking up your inbox first thing in the morning with a message from your mother who happens to be also in some kind of an awful mood.
That being the case, my point of view has been shifted from being bad to worse. All of a sudden, everything I'm seeing, hearing, and feeling is all wrong. I am feeling irritable and the cold weather is not helping.
Worst, I've started thinking again.
I've been staying here for one month already. Which only means that I'm only two months away from returning to nowhere and I am dreading the day of my return to that gloomy city.
If I could have a choice right now, I don't want to go back.
Which leads me into thinking of a possibility: staying here.
But here is not an excellent choice.
I thought adults are worse. Kids, sometimes, are hardly tolerable. And 'sometimes' is not an OK word.
BUT, NO, THAT IS NOT ALL.
I just received this news from the other side of the world: A car which is a thousand miles away from her rightful owner has overheated.
I could only wish this day's over.
First, I was forced to wake up after the kids came crashing in my room. Or rather, the room where I was sleeping in. I couldn't stand up the noise and even though I still feel like lying down on the bed bidding time until it's lunch, (because eating on time is becoming more of an agony, rather than a blessing. For sure, I do not deserve this kind of grace for I've been long accustomed to eating only when I'm feeling hungry. Or up to the point of starving.) I have no choice but to get up.
Still trying to avoid breakfast, I fled into the computer room.
One terrible thing that could happen to you is checking up your inbox first thing in the morning with a message from your mother who happens to be also in some kind of an awful mood.
That being the case, my point of view has been shifted from being bad to worse. All of a sudden, everything I'm seeing, hearing, and feeling is all wrong. I am feeling irritable and the cold weather is not helping.
Worst, I've started thinking again.
I've been staying here for one month already. Which only means that I'm only two months away from returning to nowhere and I am dreading the day of my return to that gloomy city.
If I could have a choice right now, I don't want to go back.
Which leads me into thinking of a possibility: staying here.
But here is not an excellent choice.
I thought adults are worse. Kids, sometimes, are hardly tolerable. And 'sometimes' is not an OK word.
BUT, NO, THAT IS NOT ALL.
I just received this news from the other side of the world: A car which is a thousand miles away from her rightful owner has overheated.
I could only wish this day's over.
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