No, this isn't some catchy title to some punk rock song. I really did wake up at 4pm. It's scary, I know. It shouldn't happen ever. Not even Especially if I had slept at 1.30am.

So let this be a lesson to all you kiddies out there. NEVER try to combat jet lag with work.

Me: But why? I obviously got a whole lot of work done in that 12 hours spent in school.
me: Well you're regretting it now aren't you?
Me: Well... yeah.

Reason number one: You start typing interior dialogues to yourself on your blog post which clearly isn't a good thing.

Well I also couldn't meet Jeremy because when I we were supposed to meet at 11.45 for whatever brief moment so he could pass me this DVD with our IAC project burnt onto it. For whatever sad, miserable reason, I woke up at 11.43. Go figure.

So I smsed Jeremy to tell him (which he reacted pretty badly to) and went back to sleep. Then I woke up a few hours later and started thinking about what a dead-weight I've been. Regret set in when I realised he didn't really need me in the group. And I'm pretty sure he could've done everything on his own (as if he hasn't already). Gah, what a crappy feeling.

Reason number two: You start feeling like crap (even though it's probably voluntary)

(By the way, I already apologised to Jere and he said it's okay. I just have to blog this)

Reason number three: You waste an entire day doing absolutely nothing (which I've done)

Ah crap, today sucked.
-joshie

[Edit]: I know what I've gotta do but why do I feel so lost?