I had my German lessons next to a room full of people jamming on their electric guitars and drumset for the third time in a row. The school should do something about it or the noise will bring down the building sooner or later.
Mood swings have been setting in recently, and without warning. Forgive me, but if you find yourself to be the victim of my untimely outburst, at least you know I don't mean it. Things just get to me when I least expect it.
I still haven't mustered up enough courage to check my bank balance, in case I flare up accidently and cause damage to private property. My discman has officially R.I.P with all display and no music (a.k.a brain-dead), but Jane's suggestion of an MP3 player's still way out my shrinking budget. Plus, my PC's dead as well. Great. Everything just has to die on me altogether. Hopeless.
As the week comes to a close, I carry with me a load of rash decisions and subsequent regrets which I will continue to grapple with in the following weeks to come, unless a solution and multiple compromises surface. In the meanwhile, I shall continue to wade knee-deep in this torrential disaster.
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