saturday morning

it was 9am when i first assumed i was awake. with seeming ease i had gotten out of bed, but then i had no clue why i woke up. why did i wake up? i spent the next few surreal minutes trying to elucidate. i even spoke to God. but all i had was a bunch of prescribed reasons for waking up: one shouldn't sleep too much lest one becomes a lazy ass, one has many things to do which require a state of awakeness, one could not reasonably exist in the real world while still stuck in dreamland.

by then i had washed up and was sitting in front of the ol' lappy. maybe i can continue reading stuff off the net? seems helpful... to get some momentum into doing whatever it was that i had to do. unfortunately, i sorta got stuck once again. the net is a powerful magnet, even when it's surfing something benign like wikipedia. the worse part of the deal is that this magnet drains you of your energy. and before i know it... i was back in my bed.

so there, i spent saturday morning pretending i was awake. now i could only wonder what saturday afternoon will be like...

*note to self: stuff to do includes media write-up (4/10), gender poster (11/10), prepping for social theory (24/10) & IR essays (4/11), finding out what to do for philo (?), catching up on (about 30) readings, shopping for hostel stores, collecting money from various various ppl, fixing lappy wireless, cantoring+guitaring for arts comm mass... should be all for now.