ob-la-di, ob-la-da

I've been feeling pretty bloody bummed out recently. The mental tiredness is bearable most of the time, but i think it's the physical bit that's been draining me.

Top that with some general feeling of unhappiness about certain things, and you have a pretty decent recipe for an unreasonably cranky boy. It's not healthy to be on the verge of snapping half of the time i know, but urggh.

I guess all we can do is to hold on to the hope that this will be worth it someday. Then, we can get the hell out and go pursue the things we want more instead. Logically, this total non-stop action will do me more good in the long run. After all, the more decent things i can put in my book, the larger the paycheck, faster.

But some days you don't necessarily feel that you want to hold on to that hope. You want to sleep. And hope that some mysterious intervention will let you wake up feeling charged and ready to take on the boody world once more.

Problem is, i woke up the other day only after falling off the double-decker bed (onto the chair, onto the floor). And after feeling somewhat disappointed because no bones broke (i.e i can't take a 2 month MC), i promptly went back to sleep on the floor.

But you know, life goes on. And we will.