It was Bob Ong who said that there's a big difference between a reader and a collector.
Lately, it seemed like I'm falling under the second category.
I've started with Dangerous Angels (A Weetzy Bat Story) Tuesday afternoon. I was having a terrible headache, plus the fact that I was stressed for not being able to grab a copy of Eclipse on its first release. I barely reached the 5th chapter when I decided to give it up. It wasn't because it's lame or something. I just didn't feel like finishing it that day.
I've been taking drugs for the past two days: paracetamol and antibiotics, alternately.
Drugs and iPod. Survival kit for Hellweek.
Well, almost.
If it wasn't for the typhoon that hit the country Tuesday night (I think), I'd say I'm screwed big time. A lab exam and a final MRFB paper due supposedly today plus my seminar presentation which I ought to have finished last Tuesday, the discussion on 122 labrep, the preparation for the upcoming 160 fieldwork (this weekend) and there's also the neglected RRL of my thesis, and still more upcoming exams.
Right now, I don't want to think because I don't want to get sick.
Last night, class suspension was announced on TV. At that very moment, I was about to start my MRFB after scanning the taxonomy of Annelida. But then, I changed my mind and got up from the floor from where I'm sprawling and took a swig of my vodka patiently waiting by the kitchen sink.
Still in luck.
Saved by the hell.
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