Since I'm not at home currently (and it feels so weird to be back in that college time hobo living phase) baths take longer because I must
- wash clothes
- clean bathroom before I bathe
- wipe bathroom floor after I bathe
- carry my toiletries into the bathroom and back into the suitcase
- carry sogging clothes out to the balcony in a heavy ass bucket
But none of this^ can bring down the joy of finding that sweet spot between Antarctica Freezing and Hot as Hell, standing under that strong force of warm water and somehow feeling all your shitty responsibilities clear off your skin, not to mention all the time you get to wallow in your mistakes and find ways to feel invigorated again.
Haha, anyhow. My final life-determining jury presentation is tomorrow. The amount of stress is my body is making me sick, and it's making me think back to my 12th standard boards. Of course I know now what I didn't know then: the 12th standard boards aren't stressful at all compared to what life throws at you later. But suddenly the still 16 year old side of me began to sulk at her one biggest worry being trivialised. Come to think of it, the stress never really goes away, rather manifests itself in whatever you need to be worried about at that age.
I need to sleep before I pass the point of waking up on time. And Jesus, I sound like a rambling drunk person.
I'll come back to you with jury results, Chaos. Keep the alcohol ready.
|because I'm doing exactly what I should be doing at this point: watching Grey's Anatomy and forgetting what day it is.|
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