I felt a bit lousy. Just a moment ago, I had an impulse of hitting my head against the wall, almost felt like a blood boiling rage all of a sudden.
But after writing a few, it makes me calm down.
I felt I lost all interests. The only thing I do in my down time was to find work. Work. I hate those works. Mind numbing! I keep telling myself, it's a good training. I lack patience, I lack focus. Those jobs is good training ground for both. Talking about it riled me up.
But I think I need to learn to relax.
Too much learning, too many lessons.
And yet, if I ask myself 3 questions, can I answer them?
1. What's my primary doctor's name?
2. How much money in my VG account?
3. What's more important, cooking or watching movies?
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