I’m getting very restless this sunny Tuesday noon. It’s times like these that I wish I have a laptop that I can drag out to the park (whichever one that’ll welcome me) to get some fresh air and inspiration to churn out a darn good story. I need need need to do this – but procrastination is kicking in again, and revenge/ venting out takes up in the form of eating. How is this suppose to be fulfilling in the next ten weeks, exactly?

Silly me walked around happily thinking that I could catch a play without double-checking its popularity. The tickets to tomorrow’s Criminology at the Malthouse has sold out *slaps head*. And I wanted to go for Student Rush tickets! How brilliant.

So you could tell where my restlessness comes from. I’m in desperate need to sit in a play but many productions have just ended their last shows and the only ones left are those I’m not compelled to. Reading Eugene Ionesco’s play wouldn’t help because his play is getting draggy (and thus up on my nerves and soon up my arse too) and I hate that there’s only two characters talking for thirty bloody pages of the script.

Right. I’ll go vent at Nova later on before attending my first official YAA meeting – wearing the head-of-multimedia cap. Yeah, baby.