Monday evening once again, another inescapably dismal week has begun. Practical Assesment later and I practically lost what little smidgin of interest I was holding on to. The future couldn't get any clearer anyway even if I do hang around this job.
Sigh. More bad news -- our phone line got cut off. Still no news as to when it'll be reconnected. This means no Internet at home for the meantime. Good because at least I'd get to talk with real people for a change, and bad because... well... I like being online. Besides, there are not enough real people in the 'real' world anyway.
What else. Oh yeah, I finally got Norwegian Wood after 47 years. I'm really looking forward to reading it. If I can't find any sense in what I'm doing right now, maybe I'd find more sense there. Haruki Murakami has that magic, to weave a real world all his own and cover you like a warm blanket. And I'm a willing victim.
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Update as of 11:30 PM, OK so I failed the Practical Assesment and I'm supposed to be having a retake later after everyone's finished. Damnit, this is what I hate most. Waiting. Life is just one big, happy, fucking waiting shed isn't it?
And isn't it crazy how life can both be the waiting shed and what we're waiting for at the same time?! It's not my idea of living, especially since I'm such an impatient little brat.
LET'S JUST GET IT OVER AND DONE WITH ALREADY OK?!
