Shoot.
I've already missed FOUR classes this week, with TWO of them being the most crucial of all.
CLASS #1: English for Academic Purposes.
I had to come to keep myself breathing, or else I'd have my air cut. But unfortunately, I just landed my 4th strike yesterday. I hope she doesn't mind.
CLASS #2: Introduction to Screenplay.
I remember that the lecturer wants me to "surprise the class" last week after I presented my under-developed idea during the first-stage pitching session. But sadly today, now that I have expanded the stories... I OVER-EFFING-SLEPT! I wonder what'll happen to my ideas? How should I know which one of them would she agree with?
Damn... is it God's way of telling me to sleep at Earth's own hell or is it just my laziness that persuaded me that sleeping is an escapism? If it is escapism; what is it that I'm trying to escape from? GRGH.
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