Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
While the thought was treasures just a pile of stones
I might have to judge, rather then be lying alone
Just a pile of pirate bones



I'm three quarters into my recess week, yet I've accomplished precious little with regards to revision and assignments. The stress is creeping in as I type, and the little voices in my head are screaming the names of unaccomplished tasks ("Pearlyn, do your Jap Lang Revision, dammit!") and deadlines in high-pitched munchkin-like tones. The twin terrors of guilt and panic rear their ugly horned heads.





Projects are the main source of my worries at the moment. I quote Brice, my EL1101E (English linguistics) project groupmate: "F*cking project! F*CK! -thumps table violently-" To say that we're all frustrated would definitely be a gross understatement. Nevertheless, we shall persevere and hope it'll all be worth it in the end.

You know what else is a gross understatement? "Pearlyn drinks too much coffee." I haven't been sleeping well since last week, partially due to a particularly nasty Lit test but mainly my imagination going into overdrive. I swear that my body was running on caffeine for at least 85 percent of the time (10 percent due to overpriced veggie sandwiches from Olio, and normal biological functions contributed to the remaining 5 percent.) Let me tell you, when you get an average of 4.5 hours of sleep a day, when Mount Pimplus erupts on your face 'cos of the irregulat sleeping patterns, when Joseph Conrad's convoluted prose style threatens your plebian brain with permanent paralysis, caffeine is your best friend. See, friendly!

But you know you're ingesting too much when 1) the lights suddenly seem very bright. 2) WAY too bright. 3) You can't sit still. 4) You get excited and laugh hysterically when your friend drops her pen during a lecture. 5) Triple G (Greasy Gross G*ee) starts lookin' real good from where you're seating.

Okay, I was kidding with the last one. Maybe not. You'll KNOW that you've gone off the deep end if that thought ever crosses your mind. Caffeine does things to your brain. A couple of days ago, I had 2 cups of kopi-O earlier in the day and spent the whole night tearing while thinking about how much I love my mother. Uhhh..ya.

Natasha Bedingfield is getting me into a party mood at 11.37 p.m.. Oh dear.

Bedtime, bedtime.

Labels: Coffee, Neurosis