aku had been tired all weekdays long, doing work non-stop—even while on dealing with a not-so-mysterious and painfully depressing sickness, she kept on doing her work. Though that work was what she believed as something that she would not succeed at. She had lost hope. But fear not, we could help her build some more hope so that it could be crushed again on Monday.
Finally, aku got to Friday. See, Friday is a very nice day because the next day after Friday aku would not have to go to work. And the day after the next day of Friday. So, aku would have two days to rest—starting on a Friday.
So Friday night, aku could start her energy-recouping-rest with an early sleep. Her eyes were all tired anyway. Her body too. And her mind as well.
ORRRRRR…
She could continue working since aku here was a lazy non-stop worker so she had skipped a few tasks during the weekdays. Perhaps due to her procrastination. It’s a contradictory statement, I know, she seemed like a workaholic at first but actually she was a procrastinator. Aku was somewhat (come to think of it) a walking contradiction. But never mind. We don’t want to find a label for aku now. Not tonight.
Aku can also waste her time in a more productive way compared to sleeping (as claimed by aku herself) by playing guitar while lying on her bed. “Or…(thought aku) I could go and do my laundry. Therefore I would not have to do it during my resting days..” But maybe she should catch up with some reading. NO NO NO.
Better yet, she should write something aimlessly and post it as an entry in her blog… until her eyes were all watery so that she could feel that she was being “forced to sleep”—which was exactly what she’d done.
Now, to sleep.
Why was she reluctant to sleep in the first place again?
this is how i start my weekend.such a waste.