It’s hard to break a habit. And I recalled I had a bad habit where I’d become even lazier than I am when the weekend comes, even where one of my supposed passions is concerned. I love writing, there’s no doubt about it, but I usually slack off when weekend swing by, because the other parts of my life take over. So I’ll try to remind myself to be a little more conscientious, as I take a break from revising for my Korean test tomorrow morning…
One of my friends was back in town this week for Easter break (how nice that they get a whole week off why don’t we have that here) and we met up on Wednesday evening. I’m really glad this was a shorter week since today is Good Friday and Thursday was already the last day of the week… We met at ICB for a first round of drinks and her favourite fried chicken wings, before moving on to one of our past favourite live music joint. Past because due to whatever reasons we don’t go there that much anymore. I don’t know how long we stayed or how much we drank but that wasn’t the last of it. There was a third place we headed to to meet some more other friends, before I (and I think she too) called it a night. It has been a while since I drank that much and felt so tired and again I went to the zone that I think I should avoid getting to. I went to sleep past 230am that morning. And I was in the office by 9.
This, I can’t afford to indulge too often but I suppose for a long-time friend, maybe. Once in a while.
I went through most part of Thursday morning nursing a headache and perhaps a hangover and surprisingly still managed to get work done and left only at about 630 from the office to town for coffee and dinner. My body probably can’t take this kind of stress too much too often but I survived the day.
Last night I was still on a 6-hour sleep cycle because this morning I woke early again. There’s something wrong with my body clock or do I just subconsciously fear not having enough time to get things done?