the other day i was about to sleep when my friend edy sent me a text message saying it was so weird, not having anything to do.
yes it was weird. it still is weird. but the funny thing is, finishing the bar is just like breaking up.
it was as if for months i had this relationship with the books and then the bar came, and i had to put the books away. then i didn't know what to do anymore. for the first time in a long time i don't know what to do with my time. i don't know where to go, if i should even go somewhere, or if i should just stay home and clean the house.
i have no schedule to keep, no pressing matter to attend to, no lectures, no deadlines. just like breaking up. no anniversaries, no dates, no activities to plan....
like i said, weird analogy. but same effect. i have too much time in my hands. and i don't know what to do with it.
then again i have a humongous stack of books to attack. that's a start
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