BLURED

I was home by three plus, but all I recall was I was doing something on my bed before I dozed off unknowingly. An hour or so passed and I'm still on the bed. When I finally got up, I was blur. Not knowing when I fell asleep and what time my dad came home. This must all have been because of the wild mind and insufficient sleep. All I know was the week before wasn't really something I had thought it would be. Far worse than anything.

Reluctant to wake up this morning, but made the way out of bed and did everything sloppily. Dragged myself to school. Homework all done, but the thing is that it's not in my bag. As good as not doing. Supposed to stay back but why the hack would I bother to redo everything. In class, as blur as can be, I knew that today was Monday, but my hand led me to write my homework on Tuesday instead. A bit pissed off with myself. Maybe more than a bit.

Still disgustingly sleepy. Homework... sigh... don't feel like even touching my bag today.

Chinese New Year is just one week away. Actually, I don't really care about it this year. Was at Chinatown yesterday to get my new clothes, but I weren't at all interested. Sometimes I think that Chinese New Year is not at all necessary. What's with visiting a minimum of three relative's houses on each day, to a maximum of six. That I think is really crazy. Only people like my mum will do this kind of thing. Reunion Dinner is okay, but visiting everyone in two to three days is insane.

Three or four homework to rush through today. I'm going to nod off. The blurrest day this year. I need some rest.