Crisis Cont'd

Truth be told, I woke up at 7 despite going to bed at something like 3. Then I realised how if I got up and out of bed, I would be pinned with guilt about that unfinished maths assignment. So I decided to roll in bed like I did yesterday, moaning "waking is suffering" at certain intervals. I guess an existential crisis is not something you can sleep off after all.

So when I finally got out I sat in the garden, maths textbook on the table next to a pen and a notepad. Time to get down to serious business. Then I noticed how the Sun was lovely and warm so I walked on the grass and started jumping up and down because you know, fuck maths. I noticed how wonderfully attractive my legs looked in the reflection of our glass doors, so I skipped around admiring my own legs for about half an hour. I'm on the verge of becoming batshit insane, I know.

In the end I wrote like, 1 sentence, which consisted of around 20 words. That's alright, 20/1000. 1/500. I can handle that. I just need to write 499 more sentences of the same length.

Kill me now.

But hey, if I can get this done tonight.... I'll be free forever after. FREE. FREE. OMFG if only I wrote my maths assignment as fast as I wrote blog posts.