I’m soo not motivated. Remind me again, why the hell did I take Masters? This goddamn proposal is draining my good spirit out of me (that is if I still have one). To complete the misery, my head is full of you. Nothing more. The goddamn 6-hours difference only reminds me how far we are apart. Oh, and d’ya know what’s on the only telly I got from which I only could watch 4 freakin’ national channels? It’s the goddamn Springwatch Nightshift LIVE on BBC 2, where I could watch baby owls having family breakfast.. and may I add, without any sound. The only sound I could hear is the hissing noise of the owls and the buzz from the camera. Just perfect.
Dammit. Sorry I cursed so freakin’ much. I’m depressed. Thinking I might need an antidepressant. Er, chances are I might go insane before I could lay my hand on one of those. Shit.
