Jet lag's still getting on my nerves. Here's the story.

I went to bed at 12 last night hoping for sweet deliverance. It never came. At 2, I was still hopping awake and -get this- hungry. I left the comforts of my room to go outside for a snack when I found Mum sitting on the sofa in front of the TV. Hm, it seems I'm not the only one affected by this.

Radio was by far the dumbest of all the lessons today. Ask any 1.2 MCM-er and they'll tell you the same. No disrespect to Mr Lionel Wong, but I mean, if it's a computer programme we should probably explore it ourselves yeah? (We were being taught how to use ProTools by the way) But I don't know, maybe it's just me.

What's worse, Katie B. died almost half an hour from the end of the lesson. As if things couldn't get any worse...

To top it all off, I got a rather nasty email from my WritComm teacher Mr Sharpe. Shan't post any details here, but it didn't leave me with a very good feeling in the end. Details are on a want-to-know basis only. That'll give you an excuse to talk to me on MSN.

Gahh, I wish there were some medicine that'll instantly cure me of my jet lag. Come to think of it, there might be. I probably just don't know what it is or where to find it. I want to snap out of this daze. It's eating me alive!


Somebody save me.
-joshie