Just Another Weekday

What day is today? Where am I? Surely this must be an illusion... how can it be Thursday already when I don't remember living Monday through Wednesday? Well, okay, to be fair, that isn't entirely true. Truth is, I was treading the narrow expanse in between a clear consciousness and an involuntary state of grogginess. It has come to a point where it is only routine to be driving on the freeway with eyes half-closed, constantly having to slap my face awake and inflicting pain to keep myself alert. The remaining energy I have left is spent trying to solely focus on the back lights of the car in front of me, while everything else around me fades out into the background.

That said, today has been a good day (that is, if we don't take into account of the same old issues in the living quarter). My palms hurt from trying to smash those tiny little flying red dots to death, and I got my fair share of exercise cleaning up the kitchen floor. Can't be bothered to be mad anymore; it would've been emotionally and physically draining, and right now I need all the energy I can conserve. I could use the weekend off, but boss said there's a high chance we're all working. I just hope only the first and second shifts have to work. As much as I want that overtime pay, I could use some extra time working on my apps and sorting out the problem I didn't foresee before. It's looking quite bleak at this point, but we'll see.

It's been a while since I wrote any 10-page paper for a class, I wonder if I can still do it. This weekend, if I'm not working, will be spent working on a mid-term paper and research on Walgreens' financial ratios. Fun stuff. Maybe I should start writing about health care and keep a journal of what I've learnt so far in class. That should force me to keep up with the class reading.