russian roulette

More prove of my non-existent circadian rhythm can be found in last week's activity schedule:

4/10/04
Don't sleep. Finish up report.

5/10/04
Don't sleep. Finish up report.

6/10/04
Present report. Sleep: minimum twelve hours.

7/10/04
Don't sleep. Finish up project.

8/10/04
Don't sleep. Finish up project.

9/10/04
Present project. Sleep: minimum twelve hours. Get some rest.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was during an entire school week! I think I'm still recovering from the crippling effect of fatigue. Both the body and the mind reached a consensus to have a break during the weekend, but where's the fun in that?! Itinerary for Saturday was class at 9:00am (which we have to attend every week, in fact, because the syllabus is so fucking huge), followed by another class at eleven, and then an entire afternoon at a reception at the Meritus Mandarin, and a family gathering in the evening at my uncle's.

Sunday was fun and games with the tuition kids, starting from ten in the morning till dusk, in which we ran around town searching for clues à la mode de The Amazing Race (as seen on TV!). After the kids were sent home packing all exhausted and droopy (my team won, by the way), we got a soccer game going for a good two hours until I decided to stop because my legs were beginning to buckle under the unfamiliar strain of exercise (hell, all the muscles and sinews are right now still screaming for some sort of release).

No rest for the wicked, as they say.

PLAYLIST

Where's Your Head At -- Basement Jaxx

Sympathy For The Devil -- The Rolling Stones

Bring The Pain -- Mindless Self Indulgence

The Man Who Sold The World -- David Bowie

Sacrifice -- Elton John