Fuck. A word I don’t use easily. Ok fine, I still do but still sparingly, haha. But yeah, in a really bad mood. Seriously, everything that could have gone wrong for a presentation went wrong. It didn’t help that the run-up wasn’t perfect. The recurring problem has always been a lack of responsibility. When has there been a meeting when everyone was on time? Fine, I wasn’t early twice, but one was due to my midterm exam which everyone knew about, and the other I did message everyone early to say I was going to be late — only to find that only Jasmine was earlier than me. Seriously. You know, things could have easily been glossed over had the end-product been okay, as was our report. But when I arrived in school at the agreed time of 8am, only to see Celest alone, you knew that it wasn’t going to be a good day.
I just didn’t know it was going to be that bad.
A good sleep cures only sleep debt, I’ve found. Still, at least it’s over.