Second Soliloquy
A journey into the mindscape...
I Hate Weekends
To be precise, I hate being stuck in the house on weekends where there are requirements to finish... it must be pretty bad, if I really hate it, when I normally don't hate anything, when the only thing I "hate" is hatred.See, when you're given a long weekend (or any weekend, for that matter) and some projects to finish, you're expected to be able to finish them all since you have all that time anyway. Now, when I'm stuck in the house, I somehow turn into this unproductive lazy ass. During the day, when people are up and about, I'm this paranoid bloghopper, who refuses to get to work for the simple reason that my parent(s) and/or brothers could peek over my shoulder while I'm intensely focused on my work. At night, when everyone's asleep, I tend to fall prey to drowsiness as well, and nearly all logical function shuts off completely, leaving just enough neural activity to realize that I'm sleepy and can't think and should call it a day and go to bed. Then I give in and fall asleep and when I wake up people are up and about again and the cycle repeats itself. Not that it's much better when I'm at Pisay with all the distractions, but at least I can somehow manage to get something done. And at least I have friends there to look to for support.
