I slept for 15+ hours yesterday. Fever, chills, body aches, headache.. and to think I was feeling fine and dandy in the morning that I even went to school to do art till ablout 6pm. Came home, popped the Febricol and immediately fell asleep despite Weejin's cajoles of asking me to take a nice cold shower first. Didn't wake up till 5.19am the next morning, but then seeing that everyone was still dead to the world, I went back to the comforts of my bed and woke up again at 10. Whoa.
And now, on a sluggish Sunday morning, after 15+ hours of sleep, all I feel like doing now is..
You guessed it, SLEEP.
But facing the looming Prelims and the harsh reality of the fact that I'm seriously lagging behind in work, of course I have to coerce myself to plonk myself at my desk, sieve through the multitudinous array of notes, fish out my highlighters and start highlighting, and actually try to be a sponge for a day.
Come on, van. Remember the supermugger promise? (I shall comfortably neglect the fact that the other half of the supermugger promise is currently at MacRitchie capping in his C1.) Yes van. Studying is fun. Uhm - thrown in as a desperate measure - HEART AND SOUL???
Vanessa Lim 4:15 a. m.
