this silence that i hear,save for the hum of a distant aircon compressor..is serenely disquieting. that,together with the roll of car tyres on asphalt and the crickets' calls. the ceiling fan drones on with a slight age to it now..and the calender shows one big fucking orange sticker right where the number 19 is. so many dates,but that one decides to have the plastic sticker of a reminder on it.

I WOULD REQUIRE VINDICATION ON THAT DAY.

i got lazy the last few days,and procrastinated as much as i could,despite my wanting to kick myself in the nuts because of it. maybe i just lost the sense of time right after a marathon session of breaks.all the breaks accumulated would show just how unproductive i have been.and the consequences are dire..in the last few days,i've become a liar,a cheater,a bastard,a spendthrift,an obnoxious lazytown mutt. fancy my cursing and mocking myself...i think i need a wake up call. and im in no mood to be jolted from sleep by anyone else but me.

God,help me!