I have a habit of not worrying when I should be worrying. I worry about that sometimes. Change my worrisome ways – that doesn’t make sense, does it?
Anyway, my exams are coming up, and all I am doing is reading fiction. Watching TV series. And devouring through sandwiches all day long – a surprising habit I’ve grown into.
I watched four seasons of House in the last 20 days. Along with about 10 other movies. This, I gather is not the way to be preparing for exams. So, I’m worried, that I’m not worried about anything anymore.
In the last month, I have promised myself, at least three times; that from tomorrow (Its always tomorrow, never today), I will study if its the last thing I do.
The next day, I would read a chapter halfheartedly, flipping through pages …
This is fifth grade stuff … Easy … Easy … Why am I here? ….
Where did I put Hunger Games again? …
Maybe I’ll arrive at the examination hall, book in hand.
Wait up, just one more page left. I promise I’ll get in in a minute … Just, just shh!!
Then there’s the more probable outcome. I’ll just take my time to sleep off the lost hours. I do that … a lot.
… I feel like drifting off right now.
– alright, that made me yawn.
… I’m sleepy …