14_0303 post 107
Called in sick again. Reasons + excuses:
1. I honestly woke up with a sore throat still.
2. Big part of our house is under repair (part of our external walls are literally dripping water because of the heavy rain). Only me + Paul could stay to keep the fork down (all the female housemembers have more proper jobs that are less lenient on absence). So did we.
3. Oscar was on TV this morning. This is the main reason, I confess. All two above are excuses. I regret this decision, as I just recall… Watching awards + competitions makes me feel depressed. It makes me feel like the biggest loser alive. + I don’t even believe in competition anymore. Robert De Niro’s lines for his Best Adapted Screenplay presentation was dead-on though (tX for AL.com for this record), “The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination and consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day.” A writer or not, I feel like that everyday, minus the caffeine (just because my body can’t take caffeine at all).
Oh, this is my first post with my new second-hand laptop! Yeay!