.

don't know why. everythings' juz friggin' hectic.

my brain's a mess
in high distress;

i surrender, i admit
that sometimes
it juz feels like shit;

but as crap doth reality do,
brings with, sincerity when it's thru.

It's a race against time. With a million-laned track, and every horse mine. Which shall I place my bet on. I'm running out of cash.

Cca week has been horrible so far. The lessons are great mind you, it's just the lingering uncertainty of whether things are okay at the cca booth that burns like dilute acid. It's rather pointless for Comperes to have a booth when we got zip to do there. But since the issue of the booth's purpose has already been dealt with, I can only pour-out-my-frustration (complain) here.

I just seem to have so many responsibilities with this being a vice-pres of Comperes. Better not let it get out of hand. Flashback - initially, joining Comperes was to improve my mass communication skills. The involvement would be ad hoc. I think that if it calls for more commitment, I'll propose stepping down. But I have to consider the backlash of cowardice. On the other hand, I think the acknowledgement of limits is crucial to prevent a burnout and preserve the quality of other commitments (more time= not so stressed= happier= better quality work/longer commitment term).

Other things add to the already chronic irking.

I'm going for a cell retreat on thursday to saturday- missing two days of school.

Tommorrow there is a physiotherapist appointment- half of 2 lessons missed.

Next next week, cruise- miss 3 days.

The number of tutorials and lessons that I'll miss offer a really good chance of lagging behind. I hope that I can pull thru.

But thank God though. Just now, Jack called and asked if I needed any prayer request. I think God knew that I needed that=)