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harsh the buzz
Ughghgh weren't weekends once designed to be fun? Whatever happened to that? I remember spending my weekends reading books on the couch while wriggling around trying to follow the elusive patch of sunshine, and going for impromptu shopping trips, and making brownies with the television turned towrds the kitchen, and staying up late with jasmine tea and RPing until 3am.
It's not like I'm unused to spending my weekends glued to my med school work; I think I'm mostly chafing because a combination of Public Holiday and Recession Diet mean that my usual break-activities (such as browsing soothingly in bookshops and buying coffee) are impossible.
And it usually takes me less than FOUR HOURS to type up less than a week's worth of lecture notes, so I think my brain has gone to pot as well.
Blah blah angstcakes.
It's not like I'm unused to spending my weekends glued to my med school work; I think I'm mostly chafing because a combination of Public Holiday and Recession Diet mean that my usual break-activities (such as browsing soothingly in bookshops and buying coffee) are impossible.
And it usually takes me less than FOUR HOURS to type up less than a week's worth of lecture notes, so I think my brain has gone to pot as well.
Blah blah angstcakes.