Yes, I cannot hardly wait for 530pm and I will have my most coveted weekend. It’s tasking to wake up as early as 330am to get to the Kingdom every MWF, especially when I get off my Third World at 10pm every Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Duh?!? Whose fault is it anyways???
Nobody but mine! Mea culpa.
And I am worn-out.
This won’t work anymore. My gusto and inertia has its limits, after all. Or should I say, I am like any other new bloods, trying to test any notable water I can dive in just to hone my craft.
Until, one day…
I will drink the sand… not because I am thirsty, but because I do not know the difference.
Huh! Remember that line from the movie “The American President”?
Lewis: They want leadership, Mr. President. They’re so thirsty for it, they’ll crawl through the desert toward a mirage, and when they discover there’s no water, they’ll drink the sand.
Sheperd: People don’t drink the sand because they’re thirsty, Lewis. They drink it because they don’t know the difference. – the American President
It’s almost 530pm…